311: The Blue Bottle

You empty the blue bottle

in the middle of the night.

The city lights rush past

painting streaks of light

in an otherwise dismal heart.

Not drunk enough to forget,

you twirl the bottle, let it spin —

he, she, they, you, who?

Laughter drifts by, a gentle "come home".

You scrawl a note

on the back of a napkin

and jam it into the bottle. Cork it.

Throw the pen.

Throw the bottle.

Watch it sink

into the night.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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