olive juice

dancing
spinning
swirling

you were once stuffed
almonds
capers
jalepenos
garlics
onions
pimentos

the pit replaced
by contents all too small
they've left you and
loiter at the bottom of a jar
with a fancy label
you are soaked in gin

all the swords are broken
the toothpick makes its own hole
dance till the liquid is gone
you are next

with love and tragedy,
johnny *heart* sweatheart