Although it's
still so
early, and I
hesitate—to crack
the frail
shell of our mutual
church-
like silence
and risk rumpling
the napkin-
white purity
of such a beautifully
mechanical ritual—
I simply must
flag this vested
creature down
so that I might philosophize—
can a pitcher
really
be a pitcher—until
or unless,
it is
pitched? And
similarly,
would you
believe?—in order for this
cup
to work, there
needs
to be—a carafe.