Nurturing tools of coddling, coaxing, service,
thresholds of
generational solidity,
mockingly misshapen now by time’s hand,
reach, unstable, for the fragile cup.
“I’m off to Tutuila Rose, cream of the South Sea.
Won’t you come and warm your bones with me?”
“Cream, dear?
Why it’s in the cabinet.
Here, let me get it for you.”
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