I. My style is a glass of mezcal and grapefruit on ice. A freshly squeezed volcano sleeping at the foot of lemongrass fields, cempaka oils seep through the air, scents purified in water, hot/cold, deep ocean breeze traveling through open doors, seven seas, there’s abundance, bread, scriptures read in the morning, wake, make the bed and coffee bean, “Unbroken” book spines read… II. Nowadays we overnight-stay on weekends, a new city to pick stones in/ Colorado we made jokes about my kidney Drought reminds me of the mind-body Bodies connect, exist/create, relive, don't wait indefinite days, don’t accept the running away, bags packed, flights/ missed you, again, indefinite is a long time/less is more when there are mountains, lakes, Milky Ways I hope aliens arrive and the world ends before we let go… III. Exhale deeply, inhale, I am here. I am heart beating, breathing/still, frozen/water melts at your arrival/rivers/wet/tears become sweat The feeling of a poem arriving fast, speeding, tripping, running, skipping. Had to sit down and be plugged in. Solar-powered, red > orange > yellow, bright casting shadows; mastered temper/ renewed/gentle/ promise I won’t self-abandon/ honest, Is this enough for you, beloved? To improve my Faith, God sent me here, made us water, air, foreign to ourselves, I find it’s only me, and everyone's a glass reflecting/I’m blinded, they’re shining/on skin, gold/gems/ throne/King, this ain’t no game, phones can’t be how you & I remain Pyramids aligned on the equinox You of land, beaches, coast, two bridges bare memories of our hands holding on, til the sun sets softly on both ends. Clouds outlined with highlighter. Luminescent, God paints skies, snaps portrait, hits send… I wish your love came full force/like a shock/energy exchanged/ like moon rays touch waves, sparks light up the/nights without you built strength/power loses its current, plants a chair, utilities, groceries, walks the dog, sages air, hangs art, irons clothes, folds blankets, writes prose, spills ink, books flights, buses, trains, car driving down the 710, gas, bills, rent, moments spent, organs work, pump, vein, brain food, magnesium vitamin, lights a fire, puts a kettle, makes tea, finds a little willingness to loosen form, and trust in liminal release.
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Based in Long Beach, CA, Water for Tea has had the privilege of sharing her poetry and prose at open mics since 2008. Her current endeavor is learning how to photograph the night sky. She is a lover of food, music, and dreams, and enjoys life with her animal companions.