a blue cup,
chipped, the porcelain
ripped
and edged
where a lip
might cut, then bleed.
I turn it
to the side
and sip.
some broken things
must be kept.
as you well know,
I can feel
it in your
hug,
your tender kiss.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
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