“Tea” by by Jehanne Dubrow

by on 12/07/12 at 11:18 am

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Tonight I’m fruit and clove. I’m bergamot.
I drop a teabag in the cup and boil
the kettle until it sings. As if on cue,
a part of me remembers how to brew
the darker things—those years I was a pot
of smoky leaves scented with orange oil.
Truth is: I don’t remember much of school,
the crushed-up taste of it. I was a drink
forgotten on the table, left to cool.
I was a rusted tin marked childhood.
I don’t remember wanting to be good
or bad, but only that I used to sink
in water and wait for something to unfurl,
the scent of summer in the jasmine pearl.

 

 

Original appearance in The New Republic.

 

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    Bill Knott

    Aug 14th, 2012

    well, this is very very good. such a gifted poet, every poem of hers i’ve read online is superb… thanks for offering such works on your site—

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