Tasseomancy


At the bottom of
my muddy Turkish
brew
I see your face inside the dirty
residue
a light orchid
scent
from my warming cup of
tea
your face reflects
a sweet smile back at
me
the popping sound of suds
from the soap inside my silver
sink
and to my dismay,
your face is gone
in just a...
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