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Plastic (For Ryan)
Milk has always been
my drink of choice.
When I was little
my brother and I would have contests
at the kitchen table to see who could down
their glass the fastest,
and me, always being
the superior sibling, would rise
to the occasion.
I think about all of the glasses
of cow cream I've drunk over
the years and of all the empty
milk jugs that became a leaning tower
out in our blue recycling bin and I like to pretend that they
aren't ending up in some dump we like to label
a landfill out in the
boonies that is Idaho