Small world

She watches, bemused, then walks away as I keep up the stirring of the hot pot of milk and cocoa.
I covet that clunk of spoon, milk-muted, because of a recurring dream in which each of my teeth is tapped with a tuning fork. Like a drip on the hot burner, I make myself into a very small world.

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