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Apr 2014
I feel like the cardboard sleeve
wrapped around a cold cup of coffee
Brown stained light brown
Slipping off but staying there
when the cup is placed on the table

I feel like the lid
stained with lips
Buttons pressed by boredom
White impressions on white plastic
telling you to recycle
Keith May
Written by
Keith May  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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