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Pear in the Bottle


How did I get in there?
The sad thing is
That I grew up in there.
I did.

I heard the spring rain beating on the bottle grass,
I never tasted rain.
The thunder tried to strike me many times-
                                        I saw it, heard it, never felt the pain.
     

                                                                                    My skin was sweating in the summer sun –
I thought I will dry out
And be a part of tea.


                                          You will just drink me and forget
                        That pleasant taste,
That summer sweat.

But here I am –
I’m standing on your table
Soaked up with brandy
And all wrapped up.

PRODUCT OF GERMANY

You read it on the label.

I sit inside the bottle thinking:
They cannot torture humans anymore,
They torture pears instead.

Summer 2008