On Writing

Poem 137 – What the coffee mug says

What the coffee mug says

I fall asleep on the sofa
my dress snake-twisting around my legs
these muscles much too muted to start a new day

I give in to the cushions
pull up the blanket
the sun opens her eyes
as I close mine for a bit longer
the coffee cools in the rainbow mug
with the words be amazing in bold black cursive

when I wake – again
the grog of the morning has lifted like fog

I sip cold coffee
consider the possibility
of being amazing


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