Issue 03

Oolong

I’m a living doll in a dollhouse I cup the hot ceramic eggshell with blue flowers demand it be sweetened “but we don’t put sugar in this tea” I’m told (why not?) I sip bitter the strange leaves settling  at the bottom left unfinished   half will sit untouched by the time my parents pick up …

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Perfection

Though red, it was an ordinary rose, meaning it did not come in love or deep appreciation, but was offered to me, and one like it to my daughter, by a waiter on Mother’s Day. Without vase, the rose found water in a tall glass on my kitchen counter.   Perfection is not a word  …

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