Vacation
My life on a napkin
A map of neighboring states
Remains two-dimensional
And paper-thin
Easily inked on
With misshapen letters
Folded around stale flavorless gum
Crumpled and discarded
Or shoved in a pocket
My life in a bed sheet
At first crisp
Clean and tucked
Cocooned at noon
Then tossed at 3 am
Undone around the edges
Feeling more like love
With each wearing in
My life in a glass
Full of color and flavor
Savor each sip and gulp
Emptying
Playful haze of days
As the vessel is left
Clearly seen through
Waiting to be filled again
Placed with the other dirties
Or shattered by a careless elbow
I need another
I want to crawl into another
I’ll take another
To soak up
To swathe
To suffuse
“Mountain Ecstasy” by Maxfield Parrish
sometimesihatemycat 
Another person? Another glass of wine? Another vacation? I like this first-reading ambiguity.
Thank you for reading, and enjoying.
I admire your writing
Thank you. That means a lot from a prolific writer such as yourself. I enjoyed your recent post, “More Than Once.”
My writing is not so much.
Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it