The Sip

A Poem by Ty

Sweet sweat returns this November. I am indoors. The furnace is raising its voice. The back bedroom window shrivels. It has metamorphosed into the lone sugar cube in my coffee cup. It expands in the black liquid. I step into the sip, into the glass, at a loss.

© 2021 Ty

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jacob erin-cilberto

we have all had that lone sugar cube in our coffee cup...
and we have stepped into that sip.
November sure was different this year.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Ty

Oshkosh, WI

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Hello! I'm currently going through somewhat of a rebirthing phase in my life on all accounts, including my writing. I'm trying to see where it fits and what form it's truly meant to take. Kind of e.. more..