I’ve turned liquor bottles into
jewelry stands, she told me,
flaunting a transparent two-liter
that once held spiced rum
or European wine.
It had two little perfectly-rounded
handles at the nape, ideal for inserting
a thumb, a forefinger wrapped around
the neck, inserted through the opposite loop.
Lifted with the two fingers,
everyone in the room would be impressed
by the breaking and bleeding.
Muted greens with mottled red seals.
I wanted to tell her the glass didn’t twinkle and shine
jewelry organization and creative living,
but constantly screamed “fill me, I’m empty!”