Forgotten Mugs

Poetry 1 Minute 
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.”

Published by M. Espinosa

He/they. I teach English at a junior high school in western Washington. Outside of work, I worry about a myriad of things and spend time outside.

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