They sit in cupboards unsure if they’re green
in AirBnBs and caravans in the ‘90s.
I like drinking orange juice from them
and thinking I am in an American diner
waiting for pancakes and eggs over easy.
The person I’m with probably has
a chocolate milkshake she needs to try
really hard to get through the straw.
I sat in the bathroom at a house party once,
a Coca Cola glass being topped up
with Portuguese rosé by one of my hands
that hadn’t been very nice to me.
I sipped it until I was in a Welsh chalet
counting my holiday money
to see how many goblets I could afford.

© Carl Burkitt 2022