Stalwart 64-oz soldier
immortal behind the milk
you were made for rice
and long-term relationships
who am I to question
why you stop my heart?

Though I chipped your lid
back in ’07, you still marinate
my breasts with silken sauce
and a smoky tamarind tang.

We’ve watched banana smoothies
brown in a day, outlasted salsa
and unopened turkey bologna
lost somewhere under the deli drawer.

Though your lid no longer
screws on for a tight seal
you still turn thighs
to a hot sticky mess.

-TJ Wiley