9. tazita

sometimes i imagine i am a small glass

the kind i call a tazita

even though im not sure tazita is actually a spanish word

the kind i drink a few thimblefuls of vino or bourbon from

because i like to decant so much

because for some reason i love the pouring

the flow from one vessel to another

the ritual of one larger body slipping

its spirits into a much smaller place

i imagine i am a tazita in your sink

and you lift me in your hands

you put dish soap on me and hot water sluices over my body

your fingertips press a sponge into my quiet depth

your other hand turns me around

to let the sponge certainly wipe out all my corners

then you rinse me off under the faucet

and set me upside down to dry

i am empty again

i am dripping gently

i am squeaky clean

i am not new again

but i am ready

to hold whatever you might want

to press to your lips

to hold on your tongue

to swallow and warm yourself with

the way you warm me

in your hand

and under the faucet