He came bearing jam from a dead woman's hand,found at the bottom of a freezer he was cleaning outand when he handed it to me,like a ruby artifact dug up from the bowels of Pompeii,I could only think of her bones in the cemetery these two long years,rain and snow and sun falling on silent gravestone,and yet still she will serve us jamand still we will thank her and lick our lips,tasting the sweetness of love.But it took weeks before we finally broke the jar's seal,(who could bear to? lid with her handwriting that made me hurt),before we popped that lid open that she had screwed tight three…

