Friday, June 22, 2012

Aleena: Prose Poem


THE BOTTLE CAP

A small metal disk covers the brown glass bottle, containing the pop and pressure so it will not escape prematurely. The ridges cut the hand that tries to pry it off the top. It holds fast, unwilling to let go of the bottle. But it must give way, and with a quick hiss, the cap detaches. It clinks onto the table when it is thrown down, and is subsequently disregarded by everyone.


Only to end up in a landfill, thrown on a pile of others like it or strung up with other caps to be worn around another neck.


**Listen to the mp3 audio recording here.

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