Light drips on the handle of our cups.
Mine is dark blue, hand
Crafted by a lady I met
Once, in Kentucky. It’s filled
With Camomile tea. No sugar.
Your cup is white, off white.
Filled with coffee, filled
With lots of cream, no sugar.
Rounded by machines.
We bought it at a Target
In New Jersey, that time
We went to visit my mom, after
You broke the one I got you
From that lady I met once.
I read about a type of Chinese pottery
That needs to be used consistently
Or it will crack.
It seems like a bit of a commitment.
I don't make tea that often and you
Don't make coffee in a tea pot.
Have I been hard to deal with,
Lately? I’ve been feeling that maybe
I am too difficult—I’m sorry
If that’s true. I’ll try harder.
“I ordered you a new mug”
“No, from Washington.”
“Oh” “I ordered two”
Tiana Murrieta is originally from New Jersey, though most of her months are spent in Massachusetts looking for a great bagel. When she is not on the brink of hypothermia (who does not love those New England winters?), she is working on growing a nice sized collection of poems.
It continues to snow dust.
The sun comes out of the closet.
Jays enter under the door
jumping over a line of air.
Maybe it was just the light,
cracked somewhere, leaked out,
lucky—I thought you shifted away
in voice, my mouth to hear,
My senses are a cushion, and yet this horror appears to taste my morrow. My alarms are useless because they are on fire with the rest of my home.
Be honest now—
just for a minute; I cried.
I had him locked out—
a perfectly good wish.
Privately, for over a year now you drove off and left me.
The place cooled down beaming and bright—
put my name on a silencer (it’s not the end of the world).
In the mirror, the wooden bust of Christ Nicodemus carved
and Joseph commended to the sea, stares out for reflection.
Only a true spell
of fittingly glamorous phenomena
repaired sunstruck imagination—
Too big for your body, the whale of a bed will go on sale; also the dresser, its
three-linked mirrors tall as sails.
The Nazis are back in town.
No, I know. They never, ever left.