its handle still intact
the shattered mug
screaming across the floor
the second mug
today
her love life in pieces
she superglues the handle
to another mug
giving it Prince Charles ears
this double eared
Frankenstein mug
becomes her favourite
ahhh the warm embrace
of her bath
the ring of candles
she cries
into her bath
head hippo-like just above the water
she feels just like Alice
sings a good imitation Ray Charles
'...gonna drown in my own tears...'
she lets her head go under
her breasts emerge
like two newly formed islands
the answerphone
tells her that it's
'...sorry babe...I love you Jen! '
she slips getting out
hits her chin on the rim
candles sizzle into water
she just cries and cries
into the phone
the phone 'shhhh...' shushes her
an hour later
the bell buzzes madly
they drink vodka from a two-eared mug
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem