he had many mugs threeshelves full
in an overhead cupboard
one his girlfriendlater wife gave
him an outlandishmoustachioed face it was her mug
You appreciate it more than me. he
was genuinely touched
one his daughter gave him a buffalo etched in its clay and facing left
I know how you prefer
the buffalo faces left she
was so freaking observant he was genuinely
touched
should anyoneafter he was gone aside from his daughters see them
or the others each having their own story they would have no ideano imagination probably wouldnt give a moments noticetry
to imagine what the simple pottery meant to him he had thoroughly enjoyed them now fifty years thirty years
pottery
doesnt betray it age
anif they could speak as with women itd be rude to ask their age ask if they had secrets to share
for they overheard frank conversations
while dinners were being prepared mixed drinks made wine decantedhad witnessed frenetic
sex begun under the guise of doing dishes together witnessed maulings on the counters before them taken from behind or blatantly fucking on the kitchen table
it would be rude to ask
so many mugs
so many coffees teas
hot chocolates hot toddies so many lips
pressed to them so many words spoke over them
so much life
Do you mind? she asked
Wha
Do you mind if I ask what you
wished for when you blew out the birthday candles on your lemon meringue pie?
Wha I wish for every year
Every year? It doesn’t change?
Hasnt changed since I first
conceived of itmy nineteenth birthday living then on my own nearly a year
Unchanged?
The same every year
Do you mind?
Nah Im not superstitious
I wish
that when I die my mugs disintegrate turn to dust blown awayasunder by an
idiot wind After Im dead they wont be appreciated
0012, ReggaeFriday,
19 11. 21
1700, ReggaeFriday,
19 11. 21
Bob Dylan Idiot Wind
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBLViMLws10
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