(fear of littering)
there’s something beautiful about this
napkin catching the wind while a glass
of water weighs it down.
marvelling at what the fear of littering
i would say it’s complete bullshit, but if
i believed that this would not have made
even as i raise my glass to my mouth
a hand finds the weight needed to keep
this embossed paper in place.
the breeze settling will determine my
moments of thirst.