Green TeaA Poem by Abigale LeCavalier
Green Tea It’s the sound of the critics that makes the head hurt, the spilling of blood with words, every last drop. Holding art over our heads, with the knowledge it was our fingers that created it, and them. This art. This critic. And we let them pick us into nothing but a Chinese proverb, stuffed in the fortune cookies of every tourist restaurant in Hong Kong. To be cracked open when the bill comes. With the hot green tea. © 2010 Abigale LeCavalier |
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