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genesis fall 2016  21

Ode to a Mug
Brandon Spaulding

O, exalted mug! 
To the multitude 
you may appear 
humdrum, even dreary; 
your smooth porcelain stained like 
walls of a deserted dollhouse 
and brunette rings of Saturn 
circling your cavity into infinity. 
But those masses, 
they have not beheld you like I! 
Grail of the Lord’s
bitter black ambrosia, 
between my steaming nectar and the 
melancholia of an unholy mahogany pool 
reaching across the tile floor, 
there is only you.