Bone Tea

Sipping bone tea from porcelain cups

I try to remember where it was I fucked up

The ants will devour all my rose petal lies

Let me pour you another for the sake of old times

 

Low sigh sweet, stir the tea she would say

Husks of bees piled high on her plate

 

Dipping watches in boiling pots

The second hand dripping, squeezed in a knot

The leaves are for reading, the future is steam

Cast your spell on the sugar to curdle the cream

 

Low sigh sweet, stir the tea she would say

Husks of bees piled high on her plate

 

Locust casing tea bags full of

witch's breath brew

something for the dying

and something for you

 

Sipping bone tea from porcelain cups

I try to remember where it was I fucked up

The ants will devour all my rose petal lies

Let me pour you another for the sake of old times