He threw
his half-filled
aluminum can of Asian pear juice
Out the window of his moving car.
I informed him of what he did,
And he reluctantly acknowledged
his pollution.
He asked for a kiss and I
reluctantly pecked
his lips and wondered
what number and rank
I was. I went inside and
He left, so
I took a hot shower, brushed my teeth, took
my medicine
and made hot tea. As I watched the soggy leaves brew
and the brown whispers seep,
I watched the water
turn into something else,
something else for me to drink—
and I’m quite fond of tea,
but I surely prefer water,
and I think my hands knew
because I
accidently spilled some
from my drinking glass into the brew
but it remained the same.
But anyways, it isn’t so bad,
It’s only a plant
causing this
change.