Granddad shrunk to the size of a damson, gasped at my red hairam I your Granddad? red hair veiling tears of damson jam, spooned from jar to mouth to violet chins: there is a violence to time.
Time that violets palms like aging fruit, forgetting fingers once scraped spoons of damson jam, voided a jar, vanished a sadness in the folds of a fat jam sandwich. Sadness purples my red hairam I your Granddad?
Granddad time-shrunk, size of a damson. Damson laughs at my red hair, laughter locked in jam jars, fruitlessly preserved.
Mary Senier (she/her) is a poet from the Black Country, England's coal-stained core. Her work often centers around ideas of place and identity. Mary has had work published by Abergavenny Small Press, Ample Remains, Re-Side Magazine, The Alchemy Spoon, Postscript Magazine, Fahmidan Journal, The Madrigal, Journal of Erato, and Tealight Press.