Swill

There is no future to be found
In the wet, limp leaves that lie
Soiled at the bottom
Of an almost empty cup.

You look like you haven’t slept in days. I hear that
Tea bags are great for getting rid of those dark circles
Around your eyes.

Prayers pour into white
porcelain bowls.

How many bags of tea
to contain all of this bruising?
How many shots of whiskey to explode
the ink that has settled in my mouth?

There is no such thing as tragedy –
Only tea steaming
upwards to
the sky.