Author's note: In honor of Poetry Friday, here is a prose poem I wrote some years back.
Take trip to Ireland. Read Edna O'Brien. Drink lots of tea. Return home. Think
of nothing but tea. Make tea with tea bags. Terrible. Not it. Unable to read
Edna O'Brien. Lunch with friend who spent year in Australia drinking tea.
Friend says bought teapot after similar tea experience. Friend also recommends
English Breakfast. Resolve to purchase teapot. Find two-cup teapot for eight
dollars. Bargain. Realize loose tea is key. Milk and sugar cubes, too. Buy
loose tea in tin at fancy deli. Have never in life made tea without tea bags.
Have never made much tea, period. Cast yearning glance at unresponsive Mr.
Coffee. Panic. Australian adventurer unavailable for counsel. Remember not
knowing how to bake potatoes. Who knew? Fannie knew. Consult Fannie Farmer
Cookbook on tea. Fannie knows. Fannie tells. Love Fannie. Boil fresh water.
Warm teapot with boiling water. Pour out. Add big spoon of tea, more water.
Strategy involved but do okay. Let pot, tea leaves, water sit. Five minutes
later—tea. Breathe sigh of relief. Read Edna O'Brien.
by Susan Thomsen published in Tea: A Magazine (the only poem I've ever had published!)
"This is a shout-out to all my token booth peeps."
I heard a d.j. on KISS-FM say that the other day as he introduced a song, and I just loved it. KISS-FM is a funky New York soul station (98.7 on the dial); we even get it way up here in New England. I pictured hundreds of isolated token-booth clerks in subway stations all over New York suddenly hearing their shout-out and dancing along to the record. It made my day.
So, to all my token booth peeps and everyone else, happy Wednesday!