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“Would You Care for Some Tea?”

I met a woman in the coffee shop today —
She wanted for me what she had.
Something to make sense of it all, she said.
She handed me some newsprint
And told me my life was tragic, meaningless,
And that I stood very near an abyss
With a vital decision to make.
Would I join her for some tea?

This morning before dawn the birds
Sang so beautifully it was like
Being on a parental mission to raise a child:
I had a purpose in life made possible
By nature having none.

Outside in the meaningless night
The moon still shone and spoke to me,
“I matter to you, but not you to me.
I neither care nor do not care
That you are or what you will become.
I am ancient, primeval; only your love
When your heart is very young is older than me.
Would you care for some tea?”

16 thoughts on ““Would You Care for Some Tea?””

      1. Different religions appeal to different people, and in times of need or desperation people often grasp the first one that comes along. It seems a pity when JWs fall into the laps of parents. I find it an isolating religion which expects its followers to put their jealous Heavenly Father before their children.

        I became a Mormon when I was 23. It was a useful experience which gave me insight into the psychology of faith; the way the seeker of safety battens down the hatches, closing off all of the unanswered questions and discrepancies, finding platitudes to fill the spaces. For a while I was Golden Girl of the local branch. I liked the popularity and sense of purpose. I liked giving talks, and leading the women’s relief society. Then one day the hatches exploded in my face. All the same, I still have a soft spot for Mormons.


      2. The Witnesses, I recall, have a cult-like wall around them, a sense of themselves against the world, that apparently guards against the exposure of considerable child abuse that goes on with them.


  1. “She wanted for me what she had.” I read this line three or four times, thinking thinking that either I was reading it wrong, or you had written it wrong. At first it seemed awkward, but then (after pondering it) it seemed very poetic. The rest of the poem follows in the same spirit- a little confusing, but captivating, like seeing a beautiful landscape through the morning mist. Nice work.

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  2. This reminds me of a quote from Rick and Morty that Hannah and I are always saying to each other to cheer the other up: “Nobody belongs anywhere, nobody exists on purpose, everybody’s gonna die. Come watch TV?”


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