she can't say

I started this yesterday, so “she can’t say” is rough:

she can’t say

 

two mugs

Earl Grey

coconut cream

honey

two spoons

 

we sit at my kitchen island

our mugs steam

she talks

I talk

we listen

 

she tells a story

about him

ceramic warms hands

her eyes glaze

she disappears

 

minutes crawl

tea cools

her eyes engage

dazed face

I ask her where she’s been

 

she can’t say

 

© 10 September 2021

Cindy B. Stevens 

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