So I was going to wish my friend I haven’t talked to in a while a happy birthday but it turned out she was dead.
I didn’t die when I was 28.
Neither did you.
(I guess we got lucky.)
So happy belated birthday, and happy Valentine’s Day.
The tea? Oh, it tastes the same as ever – it tastes of you, (fear, shame, the inability to play the long game) of me, (no fear, no shame, the inability to not play the long game) of us, (the thick, oily, long, slow burn of forever)
…and, ironically, generously of vanilla.
Boiling, 3 min