Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Life In A Bottle (rough draft)

You remind me of working in a brewery
A job that everyone thinks that they want, But after a while they realize that long hours, low pay, and not nearly enough free booze start to wear you
I used to stare at the bottles
It was the best part of my day, walking into work every single morning and seeing each one perfectly arranged in rows
A beautiful mosaic of what alcoholism can truly amount to
Reflecting on it makes me think of the first time that I saw your eyes
You were standing in your kitchen, drink in hand, swaying back and forth as if you were attempting to balance on top of the bottles in which you had found your purpose in that night
Poise and grace are not the words which come to mind when I describe you in that moment in time.
But then you unfolded those bottlecap lids, and let the light shine off of them how it was truly meant to
Your eyelashes formed a perfect crimping around the edges made for a purpose for which few care to understand
In the end however it was those eyes that betrayed you
The longer I stared into them the more that I started to notice the rest of you
Bottle slim frame perfectly adorned in clothing placed meticulously about it
And while your long neck wore it well to me it looked almost more like a label that someone had carelessly slapped on you
Who told you that in order to be accepted to had to cover over your imperfections?
When did you allow the world to slap that label onto you?
Did you resist it when they put you onto that shelf spinning you so the label would be straight in line with all the others staring out into the world from a sea of identical faces
How long will you wait for someone to come, pick you out of the crowd and take you home, all the while you pray that they won't just simply consume you and toss you aside like all the others
Your friends can tell when they look at you that when someone spends enough time staring at the bottom of an empty bottle it eventually becomes home
And the only way out is to make a crack, but I don't know if you have the strength to do that