Your Resurrection as a Survivor

I knocked my teeth against the

Warm pottery, green & chipped 

In the handle. Tea sloshed inside and

You slept through it all

Tugged your life under the

Blankets with you, soft pink

With holes I sept through because 

One day waking up will not feel like

Giving up, and here’s a cup of tea 

In the meantime to keep you

Warm

At four pm the kettle whistles and I 

Drink my helpless into other

Places 

You once sunk teeth into sunshine, ate

Up the days with the voracious throat of a 

Person who saw ten miles out on a 

Monday

Tis world doesn’t stop for nothing, and that

Blanket keeps you from seeing so-

Reflections in green mugs water my 

Cashed hopes for your resurrection as a 

Survivor

Twisting of golden milk on my 

Tongue, it soaks my rehashed

tugs to this place where you

can taste the maple in the water and the

Leaves in the air you breathe you breathe

Again, into me- wake your fingers up 

First

Can’t rush right into happy, love like

Water doesn’t boil

instantly

Knock your teeth on a mug, feel the

Wrinkles pressed into your face, feel 

Angry, let your heat spill over the rim and

Let it unfurl on the floor because 

Someday you’ll see the trouble with 

Blankets and maybe then you can 

Wake

Up

And see my drenched smile, cause 

Baby I’ve been here the whole damn time

Drinking my tea and imagining the 

days where you don’t sleep 

Through it all