Take this cup away from me
with its hints

of ammonia and dill,
oak or corrosion.

Who knows, really?

What might ammonia taste like
to a different person?

Roll that question
around on your tongue.

You’ve heard it before
or something like it.

The familiar is enormous!



I’m happy to think
of this deep sleep—

“the sleep of the dead”—

as a guilty pleasure
“I” am

“getting away”