Fill a broken cup
with water faster than it
can hope to flow out.
Pray you’ll never chip.
Spend so long genuflecting
that your knees grow sore.
I bear the chips and stains of a well-loved mug,
no crisp piece of crockery put to one side,
saved in case the Queen comes by am I.
Each fracture tells a tale, shows the place where I might split
yet with every cup of tea that touches lips great pain is risked.