Fragrant Aroma Mellow Taste

Her lips are softer than marzipan, her eyes brighter than night stars (bluestones bluer than a cloudless morning) her teeth more crooked than a drunk’s stagger, these are her things (her bodily things the things that make up her body) the alms man’s mother’s body trudging gaily in galoshes and eider-pants. On each tea bag (in limbic pentameter) was written, fragrant aroma mellow taste, homely refresher and valuable gift. She preferred her tea boiled. The alms man worried his dear ma might mistake fishbowl water for facet water and boil his fish, roe and albumin rising to the top of the simmer. Whenever he left the house, to run an errand or simply to escape his father's temper, he took his fish with him in a rucksack slung over his shoulder and tucked up into his armpit for safekeeping.