A Monday…

Posted: June 4, 2012 in Life, Poetry

You forego the glass

Instead you slurp the water from your hands clasped together at the pinkie

Like some sort of womb or cradle

You get the sense that at this moment you are quenching more than one thirst

You feel ancient and connected to the world

Or at least you feel like when you were a child

And drinking water from the hose was your cup of tea

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