Morning tea

In a makeshift bed we would lie
And touch a death to feel softly

And the year would mingle salt
And difficulty of death with life.

We may mingle salt and sugar,
Morning tea on makeshift bed.

(Remembering Dostoevsky’s novel The Idiot)

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