to make a cup of tea and think ugh,
 i've built this with my own hands
 as if creation requires disdain
 and everything you touch gets
   burned.
  
 peppermint leaves retain their
 buoyancy. you're falling down 
 a drainage hole of sorts,
 drenched and smelling sour.
                    it's unfair.
  
 i apologise for the difficulties, 
 the complication, the rot. sigh.
 to mould a cup on the kitchen counter 
  and open sugar packets with teeth. 
    all to think you've failed 
                        yet again.