Coffee so hot it burns more than the throat,
quiver and break and begin again more tremulous than ever.
Sheathed wrists and sleeves pulled thin by uncut nails.
Averted eyes and stale radiator hiss.
Papercuts that break skin but do not draw blood,
unwashed linen and too many dishes in the sink.
Remember when you held me once?
Did I tremble then as I do now?
© 2018 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.