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Tea

June 7, 2009

I smile to myself

stirring sugar into the tea.

I set down the two cups

and start sipping one.

I remember how

you’d frown upon

my incessant tea-drinking,

and chide me endlessly.

I overlooked all of your vices.

The excessive drinking I ignored,

the smoking I put up with.

Passively.

The womanizing I turned a blind eye to.

Yet my one vice, I couldn’t have.

So I settle down with the tea,

and set your picture beside the other cup.

It isn’t that I miss you

(I do)

Or wish you were here to share some tea

(I don’t)

Just this delicious desire to spite you

as you look up and see

me

relishing my second cup of tea.

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