Take this cup away from me
with its hints

of ammonia and dill,
oak or corrosion.

Who knows, really?

What might ammonia taste like
to a different person?

Roll that question
around on your tongue.

You’ve heard it before
or something like it.

The familiar is enormous!

Red-shifted.

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I’m happy to think
of this deep sleep—

“the sleep of the dead”—

as a guilty pleasure
“I” am

“getting away”
“with”