Drinking Tea
by Amy Atkins
There is an inlet
where the tea I drink,
to pass away the time,
pools in the base
of my toes
and
there is a quietness
that thins me
deeper than the bottom
of my teapot
thicker than the tops
of my thighs
by Amy Atkins
There is an inlet
where the tea I drink,
to pass away the time,
pools in the base
of my toes
and
there is a quietness
that thins me
deeper than the bottom
of my teapot
thicker than the tops
of my thighs
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