The ceramic mug laden with mustaches is the one I choose each morning. Its shape is perfect: rounded and robust handle, solid and thick stature of containing body, lip widening slightly outward to hold the full moon liquid of black coffee. Frida’s unibrow is on there somewhere, and you would think Hitler’s fascist micro-stash wouldContinue reading “Ritual: Coffee”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
Phosphorescent
We sway against music sloshing between our temples watch: the soft pulse a sea of moss green points riddle the air above the darkened field soft-bodied entities and their beguiling flares approach but with caution invitation to cling, expire never in our backyard childhood have we seen so many specklingContinue reading “Phosphorescent”
“Peanut”
What must his face, framed in such extreme softness, feel attempting entry at all costs through the barred door Spanish cats say “miau” while this one cries MOWWW, repeated in the reckless spirit of giving and the hounding animosity of needing Take my love There’s no time to spare We are fast falling White pawsContinue reading ““Peanut””
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