ice tea for hours
on end.
how she'd put the tea bags
in the jar
of boiled water,
then slice the lemons
just so,
then add sugar.
then at last setting it out
in the sun
on her porch.
on and on she'd go
until i reached the point
of hating ice tea.
i never wanted another glass.
i had to get out of there
before she started talking
about her home made brownies.
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