Bottled

What inspired you,

 I asked him,

to make a bottle

 nine feet high?

He sighed and

 scratched his head,
shifted from foot to foot.

I could tell he hadn't much
talked about his art (or anything).
 Well, he said, I reckon I learned a

long time ago: people don't much want to

talk about how I feel, and why. Figured I'd need

a mighty big bottle to bottle up all my feelings,

so I set about making me one. Fascinating,
  I remarked. How's that working out for you?
 Just great! he said. I've sold a ton of bottles.
 I just keep filling em up and shipping em out.
And it does bring me some manner of
satisfaction to know, he said with a grin:
 people are paying big bucks for what
 I would've shared gladly
with all of them, free-of-charge.

**writing in community with Poetry Jam