bottles

bottles pile up
empty
and sit around
for long whiles
old corpses
vessels
water carriers
they become
transformed
washed out
finding goodness
drinking all of it
these glass
containers
I have the right
to it
I bought
them when
I escaped
the womb
when you
weren’t looking
so you see
now
it’s different
and I get
up on higher
chairs
teach you some things
teach you soon
how to
raise your hand
all the vowels
the things you
should fight for
make a fist for defense
pray with hands
like this
contemplate
and resist
you’ve had
enough milk
now drink some water