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My Blue Mug

My Blue Mug.

You sit there,

Upside down beside the sink

Draining.

A dribble of stale water,

imbued with left-over lunch, grease,

soap, slides secretly

over blue porcelain

leaving an unseen trail of lies.

 

Yet to my friends

you appear clean, bright, fun

who wouldn’t choose you

to hold their favourite drink,

Lapsang, Ceylon, Earl-Grey.

Columbian, Kenyan,

Brazilian blends,

who wouldn’t choose you?

 

You were a welcome gift.

A firm favourite.

But you soured the milk,

scorched the tongue,

tainted the tea,

embittered the coffee.

 

Still your blue porcelain shines,

But should one turn you over

Look inside –

They will see the stains.

The fine hair line cracks.

The rings of grime.

Once I loved you.

Now you are no longer mine.

 

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