The whirring of the espresso machine
fills headspace at 6 in the morning
Ghostly hands r e a c h
for the top cabinet,
pull at porcelain cup—
shapes in bold colors
whimsy.
A hairline crack
at 12 o'clock from the handle
a curved line running
down,
disappearing at her belly button.
She requires hand washing,
Kintsugi at a later date.
She sits beneath double spouts—
drip
dripping
3-tiered liquid cake
roasted caramel
toasted chestnut
brooding dark obsidian.
Teeth scraping against bottom lip,
b l o o m i n g
in rosebud pink.
Tongue shivers,
anticipating
the broken sliver of an indent
p r e s s e d
close to soft lips.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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