I always use my shiny red teapot to boil the water for my morning coffee.
Not because it tastes better,
or because I don’t like the wretched beeping of the microwave (though I don’t)
but because it is such a nice shiny red teapot.
I linger a second choosing which cup to drink out of.
Usually I choose the clear green glass mug Mom bought me in Langley.
It was the last
“Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease” item of my teenage years.
The teapot was a gift for my 29th birthday.
My coffee brews and I get on with the day,
and the half empty cup sits on the counter,
until at last I’m getting dinner ready
and it is tossed into the dishwasher until the next morning.