The brunette from the adjacent ward

sips on her green tea,

it is a delicate intake, in a way

the only serious medicine

that seems to have any effect on her

 

In her hands the cup becomes a lotus,

then a whole jungle

that somehow is lush and wild

while retaining the form of a garden,

inside I am sure she glows

 

And what am I pulling off? sweating

through all my scratchy material,

not illuminated at all,

the green tea I hold in my hands

is all bitter, as if it sees my reflection