Nearly two yeas ago
when we hosted a neighborhood picnic
someone contributed
a very large bottle of ketchup
and did not want tt back
when the festivities were over.
So we were stuck with it.

The bottle barely fit into the refrigerator shelf
where we keep things like that —
we’ve had to force it in and wrestle it out.

We’ve been engaged in this struggle ever since —
sometimes having bad thoughts
about the person who gave it to us.

Why we hung on to this annoying oversized bottle
I cannot explain.
But I do know a little about not fitting in.

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