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Rosy Matcha Fizz

I forgot I made tea. I lost track of it. (I dried all of the ingredients) –lemon, mint, rose– and it sat on the counter, unnoticed. For months. Between rolls of the dice, I turned and recalled, “I’ve made my own tea before, you know.” [splatter of numbers on the table] + he claps long-thumbed…

Iced Matcha!

Matcha, matcha, matcha. Somewhere, in the space between primary colors. Honeyed hot water and ground green tea whisked with bamboo. Wrists flicking, we move with an M or a W. Crackles as the warm liquid pours over. A lid, and another lid. Shake. Green speckles on white. A storyline, splashed here and there. Unplanned polka…