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’s debut poetry collection, Neurocabin, is forthcoming from Spuyten Duyvil Publishing. He is the author of the chapbooks Outerbridge Shelter (2018) and Limber Days (2025) from Ghost City Press. His work has appeared in Electric Literature, Split Lip Magazine, Hobart, and elsewhere. He lives in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, and is online at www.brettstuckel.com.
