Whose mug is this?
No claimant.
Nameless though I am,
I am sure it is not mine.
Top-down view.
A final sip of stale coffee
cries out to no one in particular.
Shall I end its suffering?
- Drink it?
- Pour it down the drain?
- Burn it? (Too painful/impossible.)
This mug is a wardenless prison.
Sinister.
I think I shall place it in the dishwasher
and wash away the malice.
Though the top rack is already very crowded.
