the chipped cup
still finds its way into the cupboard
next
to the good cups.
the unblemished
glasses
and plates, the bowls.
all white
or blue. some old
some new.
none nicked or cracked,
but the chipped cup is
my favorite.
I've had it so long. it brings
back memories.
because of its fault I love
it even more.
its perfect in its imperfection,
as we all
are.
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