Coffee Sleeve Stories

Tea Time

By Kelly Aurora Beltane

The opposite of insipid liquid sipped with lustrous lip against

clickity-clack cup on plate, a pinky lift, fingers licked and thumbing

through bricks thick of papery page turns, stacks on stacks, no clocks

to tick away or take chunks of a day, the squeak of finger pads pulled 

across porcelain, prying cookie into pieces to dunk, and crunch and 

issolve in cheek. Still, time isn’t

still. It swirls under spoon, twirls and teems in steam

clouds and questions the left behind leaves.

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