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