out of the still of night
and with a jolting start
I find myself inundated with cool liquid
and given life through direct current –
pressed against the yellow mica
I sit quiet, then, at once,
a rumbling fills the quiet stillness
held together only by glue and gravity
the boiling water transforms
settling back down to a simple
swirling and steaming mass
but now, a slightly different color appears
and the smell of spice wafts freely –
grabbed without a please
or a moment’s thought to my well-being
I feel myself lifted into the air
and tipped over
the sensation is not unlike a rollercoaster
except after, I am always empty
the hollowness of my body matches the emptiness of my soul
as I watch her sip the tea
and leave the quiet kitchen to start her day –