“Confessions Over Tea”

Confessions Over Tea

 

Baby left rime

Round the edges of infinity

Disguised as pearls

And hanged herself

From your apartment door

 

She froze concave, then

Planting arrows, whispering

Paper moth wings

Behind your eyes

 

There was so mystery

There was no knight, nor notice

She wants to stay

Like a ring around the drain

 

But you didn’t mind

This was sheer brilliance

In your tea cup

 


I didn’t write this poem, it was written “to me,” for lack of a better explanation. I like it a lot and it makes me sad because the friend who wrote it is no longer among the living. The feature image is also not my art, but theirs. I felt like the two “complimented?” each other in the worst way.