At the bottom
of this cup of coffee,
I see reflected in the dregs
my schlubby mug.
Unshaven and saggy-eyed,
I look as if I haven’t slept right
in years.
Tired eyes stare back at me
from the bottom of the cup.
Blurry, distorted,
the out-of-focus face begs for a fresh
cup of coffee.
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