I move around the mugs in my kitchen cabinet
for the first time
in a while,
because the mug with the flowers
is the one I use on Fridays,
and every other day of the week, I wake up too late for coffee.
I don’t find one I like much more,
so I relent and rest on the cream-colored couch
in the living room, just east of the kitchen.
but I know there’s a mug I’m missing
which one, I know the one
but I can’t remember what it looks like
except that a boy I knew sent it to me as a gift and
it was a quote I had written in a blog some time ago
it’s funny, I think
that someone that came out of my very own brain,
I just can’t remember
until I do
and it’s timely
but I lost it
but I remember it
and maybe, that means I never lost it at all.