I sip at the patriarchy
with my morning cup of tea,
lapping persistently at the
periphery of consciousness

I forget that tea
burns and I burn my tongue,
taste buds scorched and trust
gone too

I blow on it
hoping it will cool down, hoping
it will get better
steam unfurls into oblivion

Water changes state from
liquid to gas
and I change state too,
as a woman


Cover by Matheus Frade