
Cracked
How long can this coffee cup last?
The one with the long crack, from lip to toe?
The one I rely on every single morning
for just the right proportion of coffee to milk?
I bought it, cheap, at a truck stop, in southern Colorado
years ago. It has everything I love on its painted face:
stars, pine trees, a bear roasting marshmallows.
I stick it in the dishwasher every day, but it never
gets clean. It has never failed me, 'til now.
Now I’m trying to make it last, against all odds.
Sip quick before the drips flood the countertop,
before it can no longer hold what I hold dear.
Both of you. Stop fighting. Get in the car.
Just past Oklahoma, there’s a truck stop
with a long row of uncracked cups.
— Megan Willome, author of The Joy of Poetry
All poems, art, and photos are public domain, creative commons, or used by permission of author or publisher. Photo by Rosemarie Hughes, via Flickr.
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Book Club
Swimming in cold water, Katherine May sees gulls and feels unburdened. Join us for our second book club reading Wintering.
Check out the patron-only book club Wintering: Cold Water & Resilient Gulls
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