my tropical tea
tastes more like butter
than rain forest air.

there are two types:
those who enjoy
finding surprise corn
in plates of food
or bowls of soup
and those who
voice their disdain
of surprise corn.

i am neither.
i enjoy corn
now & again.
surprise & otherwise.

these days i feel
less like
painting my toes
&
more like
hiding in sheets
and making a cave
of my own space.