i wish i was your cup of leaves
vibrant and crisp
packed with all of the life
that you have to take from somewhere else.
i wish i was your plastic bag
pressed along the seems
to hold everything you reach for
waiting for you to take it out
and pour my insides in
i wish i was your hand
closing around a fistful of ice cubes
never seeming to feel the chill
because you're always wearing layers
you never seem to notice it
i wish i was your plastic cup
shiny and bright
ready to catch the things we make
when we work together.
i wish i was your blender
to help cut up and swirl and dissolve into a slurry
to nourish you conveniently
as you slurp down
everything you want from me.
i am made out of glass
not easy to clean
and put away when you finish up
once there's only smears
of what was in me before.
Current Mood: drained
Current Music: wanderlust--bjork