Hot Tea

Thoughts of Family and Home

Hot Tea

An ice cube


when submerged

into hot tea.

Hot tea swells

and descends slowly down

the esophagus

to a lake

in the soul.

“Letʼs warm ourselves up from the inside out,”

my mom would say

as she made us hot tea on a cold night.

Cold judgments and fears melt

when submerged

into thoughts

of family

nd home.

surreal poetry
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Michelle Kirk

Hi! I'm a freelance writer based in Los Angeles. I'm a music junkie, a foodie, a yogi, a traveler, a seeker, and a student. You can see more of my work at 

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