self worth

My self worth is a soda bottle

A cheap one, that you picked up

On the way

To cradle your molars into a warm, timid neck

Soft like a baby

With no face

You lingered past the others

With some sad excuse

“Unfinished IPA”

My mother’s voice

A far off foghorn

“Don’t be rude”

I let you linger

You new age Rasputin

But I kept fetal

My crying chest

Wanting lone

It was no match

For that stained orange soda

In my crystal kitchen

Mocking me

I let you linger

But the soft self bubbled
Venomous

And her ruby lips parted

Exposing lizard tongue

Rasputin retreated

And all that time

Orange soda sat

Reminding

And she couldn’t sleep

And she cried high

My self worth is a soda bottle