Tea
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