#porch poem #37 (Lillie's Battle)
Clouds of milk in her coffee.
My grandmother’s cup, though
decorated with lilies, was crafted
from clay. And everyone knew then
that porcelain was better. In it,
coffee black with clouds of milk that
spread like foundations built on fine
features. Clouds of milk blossoming in rip-
ples of coffee black, no more.
Coffee clouds in milk, porcelain marbled
Vitiligo’s mourning sip.