You take this ordinary
suffering for quite a long time:
to avoid helping yourself
to the last cup
to the last cup
of smoky coffee, to not
consider the slosh of it into
your smudged, brown mug--
the one with indentations where
the artist's fingers found purchase--
creating a steam-pressed footprint
on the crackled letter
(signature required) from your lawyer.
Beyond this
window is a moonscape, astonishing
and devoid of rocks, trees, lizards,
drawing your few visitors toward
the glass--cold air helplessly tugged
into the thin atmosphere
of an overheated room.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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