I remember that it was this mug
I was looking for, not the chalice
with the stem long enough for the hand
that passes and the hand that accepts.
And I was looking for the cold tap
instead of some hot spring turned
baptismal magic with the salt
of legend and dream-crafted quests.
I need my slippers, which I would
have found by now if I hadn’t looked
so long for.. what was it,
the plane tickets and the frame-pack?
My neighbor is burning his trash
in a bent metal can. I’m certain
he’s done something wrong. This
is the wrong I’m here to right.
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