to shelter oneself from chocolate wrappers
and plastic tumblers takes some fortitude
prose that keeps a deep well in perspective
the world has glass someone said, and I opened
both ears sure I had missed something
in my upbringing between changing diapers
and warming siblings bottles
"No, it is not my baby" I told the woman
behind the counter, chubby baby resting
comfortably on my newly rounded hip
"Do you sell glass tumblers?" I asked her
a firm No was her answer you have to leave
this town to get glass.
"Do you sell tickets?" I added. "To get out of town I mean."
No, no tickets sold here girl, no tickets only plastic,
baby bottles and cloth diapers. Pins are extra.
I left the hipped baby with her father's wife
sold a red calf for passage buying a first flight
across a mooned river that I marked No Return
return deemed life as non-refundable
It was this giving up of plastic forever that moved
me through a looking glass window into a world,
mirroring memories of drinking from a well, un-wishable