i hold the teacup made of porcelain
so polished and pale.
it sits on the cleavage of my palms
perfectly encircled by my fingers
because i was holding the universe.
but in reality i am shielding my little Chip
from the onslaught of hydrated relatives
forever wanting to pour me more tea
as if it were liquid gold.
i wish. tea just makes me want to pee.