Ginger tea sipped
to steady the stomach,
dipped in hot water
in a porcelain mug
bearing the seal of where
I went to school,
when I thought
I wouldn’t drink tea
without five boozes
till I was old and retired
in sun with ice and lemon.
But tea is for any age
like death so steep
and sip and steady
and wait.
Contributor
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Brett Stuckel (he/him) has published work in Electric Literature, Wordgathering, Split Lip Magazine, Hobart, and elsewhere. He lives in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and is online at www.brettstuckel.com and @brettstuckel.com (Bluesky).