by Leon Lowder
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.
The coffee cup falls quietly to the floor
shattering and splashing
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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