My Little Cup Poem by James Merchant

I drink you
You try and fill me
But you are too little
And I am too empty
You have a special place in the cupboard
I will never move you
But surround you on all sides
With strangers of the most frail glass
Intricate in appearance and delicate
I break them over and over again
Not meaning to
But always feeling it coming
Their shallow broken bodies
You watch sad, abandoned at times
As I drink and drink
Until I drown
I laugh and spittle runs down my chin
I am crying
And you have no arms to hold me