Cups shake against one another
feigning breakability
faking sighs - those surrendering breaths
porcelain shivers and clatters
nearly shimmering out of its shape
shimmering into heat
that's no where to be found
the winter should have solidified
and bound their stone forms
too tight for such pretending
but the cups remember their days
as clay
and try to soften.
jan 6. 10
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