Tea Time with Nia
a clock over the mantle and a clock over the kitchen, the rest of the house oblivious to time but for the paint cracking outside,
Carefully kept notes, maps, and charts strewn about Nia’s side of the library.
You said, Moonboots & spacesuits ain’t never made a man— True, however Nia said, Whosoever would be, alas, done already had at least one Muse clad in cowboy boots n’ denim.
a clock over the mantle and a clock over the kitchen, the rest of the house oblivious to time but for the paint cracking outside,
Just because
Keeping track of Timelords
As a shepherdess should
Is what she does.
…Did I say space? Because I meant…
Love,
PSL
Dear Ms. Rice,
The honeybees are here now giving
the clover a working over,
I’m only here to return some library books and pay the late fees. Oh, and run for coffee too.
Buckle up, Babysitters…
How much love could a coven mother covet if a coven mother could covet love?
Nia sat sipping coffee from a cup contemplating consequence and course layers at a time
Time to make more croutons.