in my mother’s
household and her
mother’s household
and the household
before her’s and
so forth, there
was always space
for tea
in between the
task of making
ends meet. time
was measured
loosely on
the buoyancy
of a handful of
leaves, and
bitterness was
left at the
bottom of each
cup long before
we could say
goodnight
.
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