Tea Person 2 (rev)

"Just shows you the boss is listening", a shaking referral to the rain and God and our complaints. His teeth are everywhere, leaning in every direction, swinging when he speaks. An unintended force behind his language.

Light is coming between his ear and balding skull, from that place where magicians find quarters, handkerchiefs, rabbits.

He finds the perfect Assam, like a king, pointing, chin up, summoning forth each tin, too fat, too skinny, just right. He smells it tenderly, Sessa, over and over, as I count up his change.