Wednesday, January 7, 2009


When you can have a small ceramic cup
off-white, with a chip on the lip
near the upside-down teardrop handle
steam lazily lifting its swirls from the lake
the little brown ocean, sleepily warming your chilled fingers
warm bitter taste nestling inside you, making everything better
sore mood, sore throat...

Why would you want cough medicine?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i love this.