the cup, her cup.
the one you bought
for her. yes, her
cup. is cracked.
a small fissure
has run from
circled edge
to bottom,
enough to cut a lip
if not careful.
but it's her cup,
not yours. her
life. her problems,
and now her
broken cup. you'll
put it back
upon the shelf.
it's not yours.
it's hers. her cup.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment