Earl Gray tea has an em dash with two doses of bergamot— sidling with the milk of almonds in my mug. It is a hearthstone, this weight in my chest— I’ll not mention it to anyone if I am your architect. Heaven has a good house plan, and a pierced heart, bleeding on a tree. If you died with your head on my shoulder I’ll not mention it to anyone. I will sing louder and louder until I drown you in bergamot.