Blow into me and I bellow
a tune soft and mellow
like air through an empty beer bottle
thrown haphazardly onto a dusty shore
one sticky summer night.
I, my contents consumed,
lie hollow like the sea shells.
I lay here a shell of what I should have been.
Touch me and I'll shatter like glass
but I long to feel so I touch myself.
I fill the space between what I am and what I want to be
with yesterday's leftovers
and thoughts of unavailable men
lying beside me in the sand.