tea
‘This
is how its done.’
Tiny hands conduct
the moment
settling on crossed legs
eyes locked on me
the air between us
seems to pause.
I sit
I smile,
I mean who wouldn’t.
I wait like stuffed
toys might.
and I check the
other guests
everyone attends
her words
wide eyed and
silent just like me
elmo, kitty,
and dad.
and when she
asks
‘one lump or two’
my throat
answers way too quickly
definitely
one
lump
there
followed
by
a
quickly retreating
tear.
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