Bottoms up!
When I’m nothing
There’s a drought burning
between us
So I squeezed the last few drops
of myself
Left in the broken bottles
on the floor.
Mixed together with a few stuttered
started but never finished
lingering phrases,
I managed to get a glass half full
or half empty,
Depending on how closely
you look.
But if my cup gets spilled
I wonder
Who will have serious conversations
with your inner child?
When you’ve already drank
my last drop
Who will invite your loneliness
for 5 o’clock tea?
When my nothing grows up
to be more nothing than it
already is
Who will open their coloring book
for you
When you’re feeling blue?
When the dissonant cacophony
of our being
Exhales vapors of me
And the circle of life
changes shape
When Pierrot the Clown
borrows your smile
but forgets to give it back
before wiping his make-up off
Break my glass, don’t look back
Drink me whole
Bottoms up!
