Syrup - -many Milk-

You say, “Syrup. Many milk.”

They are poured not into a cup, but into a bowl wide as a harvest moon. Syrup -Many Milk-

She doesn’t blink. She returns with a mason jar. The bottom is dark. The top is pale as porcelain. You stir once. The spiral holds. You say, “Syrup

In a diner at 2 AM, after a rain that wasn’t in the forecast, a waitress with chipped nail polish asks, “What’ll it be?” Syrup -Many Milk-

It won’t fix anything. But it will taste like , if home were a liquid and had many mothers. End.

I. The Pour