paper cup with a lid

the silent goodbyes are weariest
when the morning spits up washed out blue.
when the old electric cricket
      hums and sweeps the rooms
and oily sunshine mutters
the chairs down to the floor,
 
they are not willing. I am a paper cup
with a lid, and when a pretty girl
in a denim coat walked past me, I thought:
wow, a denim
coat.
 

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