09 July 2016

Poem-A-Day #131 : Tea Bag

I got the first galley of my book last night. It is real in the world and in my hand. It will be available to pre-order on Amazon in the next week or so. You will go buy it. You will go buy it. You will go buy it.

Here is the cover:


I decided to keep it light today. And I'm not going to edit it because it's silly and oddly sexual and I like it as it is. A poem about a tea bag.

Tea Bag (9/8/99)

It smells of mint and cold
winters, this little pouch of
sleep
Wrapped up gauzed plant
bits, this thing that looks
up from the counter
I taste it
Lick it
Suck on it
Taste the knitted fabric and
herbal seasoned leaves
Heat liquid blue in a
black glazed mug
Tiny packet unleashed in water
Cool and warm fire, this pouch
drunk in contentment