For Beatrice

This morning I burnt my toast

And the world kept turning

If only I had thought to set a timer on my phone

Or pay more attention to the careful tics of the toaster

The toaster isn't loud but maybe if I had listened harder

This morning I made tea and everything went right

And the world kept turning

I boiled the water and I steeped the tea and it tasted of earl gray and a hint of honey

And it reminded me of my best friend in my freshman year of college

When we would sit on the fire escape and drink tea and pretend the city lights were stars

Tonight the moon came out and she smiled at me

She said I love the way you sway your hips when you dance

And I said I love you too