An empty cookie jar
--no, a can,
you know,
the Danish ones,
my fingers scrape at
the bottom
lined with crumbs,
I put the lid back
drumming it back on,
the hollow sound
it echoes--
I remember exactly
how they taste
the smell of butter,
occasionally coconut,
a single raisin,
you ate them all,
now all I have--
the little parchment cups
you rudely left behind.
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