Forgotten Mugs

I forgot I made coffee, had to watch it reheat
through the perforated grate of my microwave.

I saw a mug of Lipton tea spinning
in my grandmother’s microwave

when she forgot about her tea,
after she started starving herself,

when she told me, one Sunday morning,
the last time she knew my face,

“It is Hell to be old and sick.”

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