Poem – Confessions of an Avid Author (or Artist) #1

I don’t really wash

My coffee cup.

I figure,

Something that gets filled

With steaming liquid

So often

Probably doesn’t need washing.

Though sometimes

My wife or mom or someone

Washes it.

And that kinda

Bothers me

Because I think I had

A good thing going

With whatever was in

The bottom of

That cup.


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