The cup of tea I left beside the bed
is cold. It was too hot when I first put
it to my lips; it stung me with the lash
of adolescent rage, and so I put it down
to wait. But now this milky vapid
charmless brew is good just for the earth.
Its potency can never be restored
is cold. It was too hot when I first put
it to my lips; it stung me with the lash
of adolescent rage, and so I put it down
to wait. But now this milky vapid
charmless brew is good just for the earth.
Its potency can never be restored
