Thrift Store Cup

I wondered how many 

lips you touched

I shouldn't have just picked you

up like that

I could have gotten something 

younger 

But your shape

was something I've never seen

You were cheap

Unexpected

Wrapped in plastic 

I cut you open with a butter knife

and poured Zinfandel in you 

Poem by Joel Carpenter    www.jcarpenterr.com