i want to coast upstream
in a bottle emptied
within me
found offshore
by a child who will pose
me and give me a voice.
she'll sing through me
and mash me against
a ken or a joe,
my cold and plastic lovers,
as they've all been.
she's a god worth believing in
but
one day she'll leave
me on a shelf
in a box
under her bed
as she ages and i'm forgotten
feeling some
familiarity.
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