Black Tea from Ours by Randy's Got a Playdough Face

Your mother said black tea bags
Could heal a burn wound
And when you put them on my red hands
It felt like cushioned seats
It felt like I lived at a beach house
Tending to a jellyfish sting

I steeped in the backroom
A gentle infuse
Sitting there like I’m seeping colors
It felt like time in bloom
I felt you like a stream of honey
Sweetening in arabesque swirls

Black Tea

Surgeon,
Book OR 3
Doctor,
I’m overreacting
Jennifer,
Let me buy you a coffee
Romay,
I think I see the future
I’m 23
Looking back at me
Right now in hindsight

I’m sure that in another world
I tried hard

You weren’t just looking
For somewhere to go
You liked connecting things
With their shadows
Well I was good at being
Alone back then
My shadow copied
All I did
And this isn’t that song
That fixes everything
But it’s the one 
I can finally sing

Cause even with the gold rush
On a Saturday morning
You slowed down for me
Calling this breath more important

Now we’re striking gold
Without touching the land
Eureka, I found the sunrise
It’s pouring over our hands
The one thing that stuck to the plan

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