Hartog’s Den

by Nalin Ratnayake
methane beyond the glass staggered
warms my feet like the bergamot wafting
from my tea warms the soul.
ah… perfumed lifeblood, and caffeinated too,
sharpening the mind as the hours get late
and the rain taps the windowsill for the fourth day running.
I remember mornings, earl grey steaming
from a microwave just beside the bed,
and a little pan that [...]