Sunday, February 15, 2015

STEEPING INSTRUCTIONS—

While waitingthese 
are 
two ways I feel every morning—

neither 
pleasant nor—unpleasant 
in particular;

dry and a little 
desiccated,
but in no hurry to meet with
the plain 
banality of steam.

Then—always

at a pace—the two 
become mixed together, and
I taste the whole place—
the entire universe;

and my throat 
ripens—agreeable to the tang

and grateful—for the sting 
of hot brown water.

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