Making Tea

Making Tea

I untied the bow

Slid open the carved lid,

Carefully unwrapped,

A somewhat cracked & repaired

Conveyer of past experience

Yearning for more.

But the vessel felt out of place—

Confident, yet complicated,

Amorous, yet ambivalent.

Taste of mauve, deaf magenta

もちの肌, tongue in cactus.

En la vida conocí

Mujer igual a la flaca.

I lifted the bowl to my lips

Three sips, and the tea flowed
Like a marble down
Lombard Street--
Complicated and ambivalent.