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Tea with a Friend and Her Husband<br />
A.C. Warner<br />
Smiling, with the movements her grandmother made,<br />
she pours the tea, remembers the sugar,<br />
pursing her lips in lovely disgust<br />
at the idea of lemon—<br />
though a need of tangy constriction<br />
breaks like a sob elocution’s<br />
regular ripple.<br />
How could I tell, unless I knew,<br />
as the wide spread tongs sink viciously<br />
into the sugar, like your knees in the sand,<br />
that before you took your mass produced cups<br />
with grandma’s meaningless pattern,<br />
and set them straight—inverted breasts—<br />
on the tight starched cloth that suits your blouse,<br />
you were a glass blower.<br />
You made great green balloons<br />
that shattered air;<br />
you made white lilies<br />
that were good for nothing<br />
but to take the sun down their swelling<br />
throats.<br />
Where is the sunlight<br />
you caught in orange, and gave to children<br />
a harmless fire—lumpy, disfigured, no two alike.<br />
Can’t you admit once you want the lemon I squeezed<br />
with my hands, with the soft shrieks of joy from the fruit—?<br />
If the impossible happened, and I forced open<br />
your mouth to find you huddled and crying,<br />
56 <strong>THAT</strong>