she should probably stop
collecting coffee cups.
everytime she asks me to do the dishes
or everytime i decide to surprise her
i always stand there
looking up
and wondering
how she ever found a place for them all.
everything is put away
except for the small one that remains
in my hand.
staring at the packed cupboards
i feel lost
like i'm in unknown territory
and don't know where to go.
the wrong move will set off
bombs, explosions, bombs
and nobody wants that.
so i set it on the counter
and leave it for my mother
coming to the conclusion that
she must be a magician.