come and sit she said
patting the flea ridden couch cushion next to her
my ankles itched
at the thought of itcup of tea? she asked
and all I could do was feign interestwith no escape
resignation perched itself upon the edgewishing for sereni-tea
steeped in dark anxie-teamy bitter blend of stupidi-tea
she filled my cup with humili-teawhen I had tasted her reali-tea
with one lump or two
she winked
and raised her pinky high
patricia spreng
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