A poem inspired by a sermon by Mike Lueken
The empty coffee cup years to be full.
Painted up with lipstick and the name of some place I can't remember.
If I start a new job, I might be embarrassed to bring it in, like the weird user names I had as a kid on some web site or chat app.
But I look around and there are 30 or so in this cabinet, so we'll huddle together for comfort without any coffee to fill us.
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