glass
yesterday morning i woke up
and knocked my water glass on the bedroom floor
and it shattered all over the place
five in the morning
and i already had something to do
but this is symptomatic
two days ago i swept the kitchen
and there was glass underneath a cabinet
two long, thin shards from wine glasses
that i’d broken a month before
some nights
i’ll stumble through the apartment
and feel a little pinch in my foot
when i sit down to check it out
they’ll be blood and glass embedded in a toe
i’ll wonder where it came from this time
either a pint glass
or one of those pyrex dishes
that shattered when it fell off the sink
i break wine bottles
and beer bottle en route to various locations
i can’t begin to count the number of times
i’ve had to go back into the store to buy more booze
because i tripped and fell outside
leaving crimson or amber puddles in my wake
it’s like i’m cursed with glass
it’s not even a drunk thing
when i was a kid i ran through a glass window
and ended up in a cast with tendon damage that never healed
it’s all because of glass
that i have to lift my left leg when i walk
the day i got the cast off
i tripped and fell and sliced my finger on a shattered ash
tray
i don’t like glass
hell, i don’t even like sand
but using plastic is like making a deal with the devil
my drinks taste funny
out of a plastic tumbler
and plastic is no fun when you throw it against a wall
so glass and i are stuck together
until science comes up with something better
i guess i’ll keep picking the shards out of my rough flesh
due to my stupidity
buying second bottles of wine
being extra careful when i shut the broken windows
and at night when i get up to piss
and my hallway glitters like diamonds in the moonlight
i’ll just pretend that i’m rich
instead of a fat klutz
who needs to watch his step.
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