book of short sentences
“Enter the building”
I’ve never explicitly written
a poem about a cup of tea on a table.
So this section is about that thing
That ladies should write about
to seem accessible. Tea.
It starts out with plain speaking in the voice of the first person and then veers dainty with the mention of “ladies” and it is a daintiness belied by the punctuation and that one word “tea” standing at the end of the line in all its monosyllabic thingness.
And so for day 2468