Something

My window overlooks my window
Reflected in other windows

Leisurely I sip tea from my cracked mug
And look out of the window
In my tiny room of a cheap apartment stuffed in Hollywood

I look at the sun reflected in the remote window
Of the opposite apartment building
Millions of earths could fit in the sun
That fits in that filthy small window

Why don’t I fit in any job

I can’t force myself to throw away my old mug
Although the tea leaks not only in through the crack between my lips
But also out through the longest of the cracks near the handle

I watch the slow leak of tea
I find it entertaining
To some extent it eliminates the sense of loneliness
If not somebody
There’s at least something that sips tea with me
And doesn’t even get disgusted by sharing my gross mug