Orange-Pekoe Tea
A teabag is snug
in an orange rind as it floats
on the brown sewage;
the spinach leaves swirl
as the drain gobbles and sucks,
and the brocoli
florets are hurried
to the steel beast's growling maw.
The peach liquid soap
sponges and perfumes
the kitchen. Sun-hued butter-
fly wings emerge, lift.
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