America.

There is a heinous superabundance of coffee mugs.
Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, I'd Rather Be Golfing,
My _____ went to _____ and all I got was this stupid mug.
And they are discarded.
At Goodwill, there is a special shelf for all of them.
It runs 20 ft. long and 2 ft. deep, and
it is full. The #1 Dads rub elbows with the obscene, bachelor parties,
and everyone shuns the once personalized mugs
as callous shells, all their singular meaning bled away.
And somewhere northwest of Piendamó, Colombia,
a young woman with slender, auburn arms and cinnamon hair
harvests small beans with her harshly callused hands,
just as she has done for the past fifteen years,
just as she will do
for fifty more.
And they are airlifted to a central roasting facility in  Enon, Ohio,
then ground, vacuum packed and trucked out to
A Super America Convenience Store Near You.
24 oz. $1.29. "100% Colombian."
Styrofoam.