Sunday, June 9, 2013

wallmart was out of birthday cards today


i put a teabag into the orange cup.
black tea,
it smells of peach and ginger.
i pour hot water over it,
add sugar -
one spoonful, two spoons, three.
a lot of sugar.
no milk, no lemon,
just the way she likes it.

then i sit at the kitchen table
and while the steam is rising into the 
air i wonder
if she took her vitamins this morning,
if the mittens keep her fingers warm,
and if she’s driving safely.
i wonder if
she still likes
croutons
in her Cesar salad
and does she still believe
that over easy is a far
better
choice than
scrambled.

i wonder if she still pretends she’s not a smoker.

and if her eyes got worse,
or maybe better?

what book is she obsessed with now?

what song?

does she still detail every dream
into that purple, little notebook,

or is that notebook full already?
today is her birthday,

and i wonder
if he bought her flowers.

i sit there
till my tea gets cold
and then,
only then i
remember
that i didn’t even taste it
to see if it was sweet enough.

i pour it out.
brown liquid
circles
down the kitchen
sink.

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