It was a cup of tea:
steam in all the right places,
milk making it biscuit brown,
cup with a badger on the side
and a handle ideal for fingers.
The was no reason
for it to feel as heavy as the room
we were in,
but my wrist buckled
like a soggy Rich Tea
until my jaw did the same.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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