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Thursday, November 14, 2013

Waiting to Be Picked Up

I am the wrong vessel

for your hands;

I am too porous now,

fine line cracks have developed

from dropping too many times.

I carry the sweet wine you seek

but by the time you chose to drink

it has filtered out,

leaving only residue;

you waited too many times.

And like before, you blame the object;

this inanimate container that only wanted

your arms,your lips. I held

the sweet wine you wanted

that would have slacked your thirst

any time.


Nov 14, 2013

This was a November Poem-A-Day prompt.

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