Posts Tagged ‘tasseography’


is this a poem
about tea, how it burns
when the lips are too eager


fennel, chicory, cardamom—
it always smells sweeter
than it tastes


the bottom of the cup,
the bottom of my thirst—
these are never the same


Darjeeling, Darjeeling—
ask me if I’d like some so
I might tell you yes, yes


tell me the truth
I say to the tea leaves, but
I don’t ask my real question

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