French press, it is eight.
Huntress with portly gait
Gripping thigh in courtly wait.
Earl grey. Ten in the morning.
Bird of prey, sends no warning.
Like water in the kettle boiling.
Earl grey. Ten a.m.
Lurid play. Just say when.
Put the fire on again.
Ginger tea. Eleven thirty.
Lingering in the unfurling.
The dishes in the sink are dirty.
We have met the
intersection
of inadequacy.
-mmd. 2020
Photos by Rick Poston.
Minneapolis. 2018.