We understand least
what we hold closest.

Cup contains, water resists.
Thirst: a lineage of cups

with no trust in the future.
What wakes you up in the night

mouth empty, sheets blank
might be the faucet’s dumb neck

arched with a brassy assurance
that you have not yet learned to tap.


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