Souvenir Coffee Cup

 

her picture inside the clear plastic

Sharpie initials on the bottom
in her delicate script even there
a slogan about New York
where it was held up and
laughed into her purse

chips off the handle along the crack
that anger put there against the wall
when she left
the dried brown at the bottom
after the unfinished breakfast yesterday

another long morning of a thumb
stroked across the face hoping
for the door to open
                             waiting
to hear a step around the corner
with a pot of fresh-brewed
and words of love poured out

with room for the cream of memory
to be stirred and stirred

stirred again