The glass Perrier bottle in my hands
Cold and sweaty, condensation
From the humid stinkin air
A chance encounter, an old acquaintance
I begin to wonder what I’ve done with myself
Slaying defunct deities
Enduring the poisonous posthumous wrath
The bottle slips from my hand
By the side of the road
The green glass vessel of opportunity
Time slows to show me
1000 ways to break a bottle
From countless angles
I step forward into traffic
To join the shattered
The hood absorbs my knees
But the windshield is
The last thing I see
And I am immediately sorry
I’ve ruined someone else’s day
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