Rasma Haidri
Whole

Not gone, not missed, 

no hole in this day, this house,  

or me— 

            seeing your medicine 

coupled with mine in a brass leaf,  

waiting for us, and morning tea.  

 

Two full cups need 

four hands to steady 

their brimming: 

 

one holds Darjeeling  

and ginger,  

the other PG Tips,  

milk-sweetened,  

steeped in cloves  

and cardamom seeds. 

 

I give you a mouthful, 

watch you swallow,  

like Eve’s first draught— 

 

this is how we flow  

between separate bodies— 

two cups on one table,  

together, and also alone.