Holiday Issue 2015 | Poetry

Red Cups

It’s November but
at Dunkin’ Donuts
Elvis sings about
blue Christmas Frank
warns that Santa
is coming to town I drink
decaf from a styrofoam cup
shouting “Joy”
celebratory red
surrounded by
evergreen boughs and
“Warning: Extremely Hot” while
a few blocks
away
baristas pour five-dollar lattes
in plain red cups
entering the war
on Christmas while
governors vote
to exclude refugees
slash benefits for people
who are poor split families
deporting moms and dads
but let’s make sure
our coffee cups talk about love
and peace on earth
while we rejoice
in our right to bear arms

Thoughts on “Red Cups”

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