Thursday, April 16, 2009

Mug

at 4:53 every afternoon
I walk into the kitchen
to clean, from my mug
the cold sludge, remnants
of an afternoon beverage
that failed once again
to pierce that afternoon's boredom.

with scalding hot water
I make the blackness go away

and then I take the clean hot mug
and I hold it against the base of my skull
where the head and neck are joined
on the right side

and it feels wonderful

all of the cubicles are left to wonder
why do I walk around with a mug held against my head?
let them

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