Message in a Bottle

Like a tide
Covers strands,
I approach
The counter.
 
I poach
Strangers and
I am a skilled hunter.
 
He slides
A Foster's
Coaster:
 
"How can I help?"
 
I throttle
A yelp:
 
“Could you, please, pour me…
Poor me!
Out of my bottle?
 
Drifted ashore,
Buried in grains.”
 
By lipstick
I wore
I separate days.
 
I pick
Absolute Red.
 
The message remains
Unread.


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