The life of a disposable coffee cup
(as told by a disposable coffee cup)
Standing
on top of each other,
waiting.
Until a warm touch
fills you with hope.
Hands,
heat,
hands, different hands.
Lips.
Kisses,
kisses,
kisses,
more kisses.
And then you’re empty,
alone
and cold.
Forever.
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3am
One hour,
two faces:
tangling anxiety
or endless possibilities.
Like a coin toss
the outcome is always random.
Embrace it.
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Yawns
Daily reminders
that we can all become ugly,
at any point,
unexpectedly.
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Music
It brings back
places,
people,
moods
and moments.
The closest we’ve got
to time travel.
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Tears
When they appear
with violence
like a storm
they clear the air.
For a moment
silence takes over
and I feel
like a little boy again.
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Brothers and sisters
Human beings
connected
by memories
of a time
they can’t remember.
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Autumn
As we get dressed
trees get naked,
in style.
They put their best costume on
then slowly and gently strip before us.
Clearly,
burlesque was invented
by Mother Nature.
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A photographic intermission
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Green tea
Stillness
of the body
as I watch my thoughts
playing with each other
to the rhythm
of a newfound
muted heart.
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Confessions of a clothes chair
I have no idea
how I ended up like this.
Yes, act of service
is my love language,
but there’s a limit.
I can’t see shit
and mostly
I can’t breathe!
I really wish I was a glass,
or a mug.
Hugged,
kissed,
bathed.
Daily.
Carried around,
treated with care,
respected.
Seen.
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Winds
Like Greek gods
we can rule the winds.
Sometimes.
Winds that can be
fast and cold,
or slow and warm.
Producing sound,
or olfactory experiences.
Or both,
poking the nose
and poking the ear.
Their invisible presence
can be unpredictable, too.
Out of our control.
Can fill a room
with laughter
or fear.
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Morning run
Trading an hour of sleep
and less than a pound of sweat
for endorphins,
agility
and redemption.
Plus something to brag about
until noon.
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The sacrifice of the onion
Exposed and motionless,
death shines above its head.
Facing destiny
with the kind of dignity
that belongs to a stoic.
The blade drops.
One becomes two
then rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat
rat-a-tat-tat.
Over and over.
Silence.
A crime scene
never looked so peaceful.
The slayer’s weeping,
that’s what it’s all about.