Tea

tea leaves
and dissolving sugar
fall into a half moon
 
in the bottom 
of my mug,
slipping into ceramic trenches
 
like soldiers 
dressed in camouflage 
with grenades 
 
and fingers
folded around 
triggers.




--Emily Ramser

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