Coffee poems
by Leon Lowder

    First cup:
    I just wanted to run naked through the streets
    screaming at the top of my lungs
    But I'm not so pretty
    and my coffee cup is small.

    Second cup:
    The coffee cup falls quietly to the floor
    shattering and splashing
    everywhere.

    Third cup:
    She was carrying a bag of coffee cups at her side
    gently rattling and rocking against her legs
    always threatening to break
    but never breaking.






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