What I Found At The Bottom of My Mug.

You wouldn't know
real love
if it slapped you
across the face.
Actually,
it has.
I remember doing so
quite vividly.
In our world of
recycle bins and
consignment shops,
nothing is treasured.
I suppose being
reused is better than
discarded...
But aren't they the same?
My brain swims
in a sea of caffeine.

I suppose it's better

than drowning. 

Again, I cannot

see the difference. 

I never did learn

how to swim.

Christina Sawyer (c) 2012