Instead of reflecting on a place in my travels for week 6, I wrote a poem, inspired by afternoon tea.
Little Glass Jar
from my jam at afternoon tea–
i like raspberry best,
but all they had was strawberry.
it had to do
i don’t like confrontation or complaining to strangers
who’s accents i don’t really understand.
“was it earl grey or darjeeling?”
things often just have to do.
you look nice perched on my window sill next
to my pocket Oxford Dictionary.