A distraction assumed,
As glass bottles collapsed into a dumpster.
Like strangling Death Rattle from a rusted wind chime
Each shatter produced its own scream.
I was told that bartenders are instructed to do this
From collecting used glass for profit.
When I heard that I felt funny
Like I was laughing reluctantly at a rape joke.
(Rape is never funny)
But as the bottles screamed,
I tore open a windowed envelope
Marveled at the strength
The adhesive avowed.
Discovered strongest in the left corner
Where a tiny lip of paper
Remained closed. Preventing perfection
By centimeters. Inside was a letter
Post-Marked from a debt collector.
(Strange fanfare from hospitals
When the plastic rectangle
On the cover of a windowed envelope
In amber streaks)
Glass bottles caterwauled
While in the process to perish,
Torn envelopes fractured
Like shattered glass.
I could touch the paper,
Facilitate its ideas,
But I couldn’t understand
Love for things that shattered-
Some will eat glass to survive.
Some will eat glass for the taste.
Some just enjoy smashing bottles
With their teeth.