Propositions

Oh
Thirsty, thirsty, so thirsty
Parched

"Here. Have some milk."

You pour water
and try to satisfy
and Oh, I want it to,
but I stretch
and groan
and break
without really holding
much water at all.
I am a vessel
too weak to carry
even this little bit
of water you pour
and unless you can find
someone to strengthen my leather,
make it pliable and relaxed
and attentive and free,
and patch my holes and tears
that let water out in tiny trickles,
I cannot hold any of this
so it means naught to provide.