“HOT WATER”

it wasn't
until i was
without hot
water that
i finally
acknowledged
the source
of my power
was never
the tea,
the coffee,
or other
caffeines.
It was,
after all,
the heat.
When I'd lost
the ability
to produce
a rolling boil,
I was in it,
too deep.

narrative poem written on 05-23-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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