i forgot we slept in until seven
so i'm on the proch
smoking a djarum you lent me
on the witching hour
earlier fatima came home while you
were out;
a thirty year old woman
wails into the pocket phone
fearing the life ahead alone
i couldn't help but listen
i walked out of the room
and into the kitchen
put water in a pot and watched
the bubbles jet and glisten
teabag; mug; pour.
then ten tentative steps towards her door
pause.
"i made you chamomile tea."
(YOU NEED TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN.)
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