Art by Henriette Ronner Knip

The Tea Always Gets Over, Such Is The Complain

Sad souls
seeking salvation:

slowly
sipping
sips
of
saline
tea –
too much salt
in the sea
and their eyes;
the sea floods,
their eyes do not.

To their rescue comes
whiffs of smoke
blown
from cigarettes stuck
between their coarse lips
devoid of kisses;
when they are not stuck
between their lips,
they are stuck
between their fingers.

Lingers
the fragrance of a woman
who has flowers in her hair
which she left to soak in rose-water
overnight.

The sight of her
is only enough
to make them miserable,
further.

The tea gets over,
the cigarette burns out too,
and another one is lit
with self-consumed exhaustion.

***

Art by Henriette Ronner Knip

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