I’ve Asked

A scrap
Of pliable paper
Woven in wax—
I don’t want
To be another
Disposable cup;
Rim chewed flimsy,
Bottom abused.
I don’t want
To dive
Into the garbage
Bin. I’ve asked
To be remade
Small and crystalline
With a better spine,
Less prone
To scrapes and cracks.

I’ve asked.

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