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There is a cup that sits in my kitchen cabinet
Plastic, unassuming, colorful characters frozen in heroic pose, waiting for a function
And yet
Whenever I need water for the coffee maker, I use it
And when I’m done I wash it and put it back
And I remember:
How my friend’s daughter used it twice
And the second time we dubbed it her cup
Her sitting at the table and naming the superheroes she recognized
She hasn’t used it since
But I still think of it as hers
And I use it intermittently
So when she needs it
It’s been recently cleaned