by LYZ
It’s 5:30 A.M.
My mind, set on coffee.
I need coffee.
To the mug cabinet I go.
Looking, searching for my mug.
You know, the one with penguins
painted on the outside.
I scurry around the kitchen
looking for my special mug.
It’s 6:15 A.M.
I finally find my mug.
Buried under the dirty dishes in
the sink.
“Now I have to wash it.”
I pour the coffee in
and out it goes,
out through the huge
crack in the side.
“Where did this come from?”
“This is why we can’t have
nice things.”
Wasted mug, and
wasted coffee.
I get so angry.
I throw it in the trash:
no hesitation.
It shatters to pieces
in the trash can:
gone.