what to do with all that stuff.
i bottle it, like granny
stored the hard pears,
still tasted bitter.
been waiting a while for ideas,
in a rush, the words, sweetness,
contstriction were all
shoved into the bottle,
sealed, labelled and tied.
ready to send to america,
collage museum, let them
archive it, bottled up.

' bottle' , indeed a bottle of emotions tightly sealed, sweetened by found words, and constricted with thread.
and other things



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