a poem
I want to be a teabag
I want to sink into hot water
and feel my bones melt
Coloring the water
with sweetness
or spice
I want to let the heat draw
all of me
Every last taste
into presence
until I have nothing left
I want to be squeezed
and thrown away, knowing
I offered all
And all was taken
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