Tea

Tea is OK for 

when you’re medicinal

and I guess if you’re 

English through and through,

but when one day we’re just 

here the two of us,

unless I have fearful

stomach bugginess,

give me your smoothest

Irish-whiskeyed 

coffee, and kiss me 

on my lips with the love

I know possesses you 

still, and even as my illness broke 

us unfairly and

fatally, and yours fakes a

reality neither of us

deserve …

… nor will continue to observe

promise 

you.

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