by SYDNEY CHURCH - November 21, 2020
my family never kept a swear jar,
but everytime a word was thrown in the air,
an imaginary quarter
hit the glass.
and everytime i heard the ring
of metal on mason,
i floated away
to a planet with no pennies.
i don’t think the jar ever
filled quite full
but in high school
the clink never seemed
to end.
and the day i thought
the coins had finally stopped
i heard the jar shatter.