Down to a Tea

Tristan Marajh, Issue 07
Previously published in Dreamers Creative Writing Magazine

To my exes and estranged,
yet to budge from a grudge—
to those who are absent 
to those who resent,
to those who are distant with distaste:

I would like to invite you to tea
forty years from now
when we are old,
wrinkled and wringed out by the world
by those things that separated us—
money, lust, power,
status, ambition, trauma.

Let us sit down to tea
and put it all behind us
because forty years later,
it is all behind us.
Simply:
sit, sip, start again
from when our moments were simple and sweet,
like the people we chose to become.

~

Author’s Note:

Down to a Tea, when initially conceptualized, was expected to be a nonfiction piece, with earnest explorations of things humans compulsively chase throughout their lifetimes, unconsciously destroying relationships in the process. My aim for the piece was for the sweet, ultimate reconciliation of all individuals involved.

As I wouldn’t have chosen to closely fraternize with anyone who prioritized the vices mentioned in Down to a Tea, the poem isn’t about me. But it is about many other people and many other broken relationships. And usually, in the midst of those relationships, there were humble yet transcendent moments where the persons involved simply enjoyed each other; they laughed, shared and were nourished by the other’s compassion and empathy through pleasant company and conversations. The ending of Down to a Tea aims to recapture those moments, in purer aura: that of sweet, humble, cleansed old(er) age; an interaction almost holy, perhaps in the light of a loving sun.

Tristan Marajh is currently at work on two collections of short fiction.

when asked why I don't volunteer

Matthew E. Henry, Issue 07

because every professional development 
has become an exercise in emotional sharecropping—
unpaid labor, shackled in the red-faced sun
of small groups, whipped to explain everything 
they’ll forget when cut off in traffic, confined 
in an elevator, or too close on a sidewalk. 
or worse: auction-blocked, forced to open my mouth, 
show my teeth for all the assembled 
after speaking simple, uncomfortable truths 
in a breakout session full of buzzwords 
like “equity,” “inclusion,” and “antiracism.” 
because “diversity” means “we’ve allowed you 
to sit at our table, break our bread, become one of us—

almost,” and I’d rather pick cotton than explain, 
once again, that power is the number of times 
you can tell your story 
uninterrupted, 
only to be ignored for the next few semesters, 
centuries, or until another noose is found
in the bathroom stalls.

Celestial Bodies

Papermelon, Issue 07

Artist’s Statement:
"In these times of very uncertain feelings, the most important thing to me was to create a bridge between me. There were times of not understanding the frustrations or the why things are like this, but, in this life journey, after meeting my own body as a distant planet I was ready to discover whatever I should. This is my body and my own discoveries. And I think I'm very proud of them. - funny enough I can only remember a quote I read somewhere: ‘I'm thankful for my body, for being my home, protecting me and where I live on’, and as so it says, let us be keeping curious, brave, and gentle with ourselves as much as we are with others."