Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Old Man in the Tea

Today, appearing like
an analogue of patriarchy
out of fog pursuant to
my first hot cup of tea,

a massive bearded serious
and soulful man gave
me to understand that
he’d been orbiting the whole

expanse of me, from apogee
to perigee: that he was
who I felt myself to be
when I imagined I had

mastery. I proved to both
of us how fragile was this
scheme: when, with a sigh,
I blew away the steam.




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