5 pm. tea-making.
storing a cup full for later,
'later' pushed to the back of the mind till
10 pm. dinner.
'later' is forgotten till
1 am. reheat tea,
lose yourself in the scribbling of the pen-
reheat tea again-
2 am. drink tea.
sleep.
repeat.
(because tea and poetry go unplanned, hand in hand)
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You gave a muse to me, so strong I lost me loving you... Coming back...slowly...writing what I think and am too afraid to believe or possibly see but am ignoring...no longer.
4/5/18-4/9/19
Thank you Papi, beloved.
R.I.H. May 4
(😶)