I left it on the counter, I forgot
the steam gave up and went away
not cold enough to throw out, not
quite warm enough to stay
Lukewarm, lukewarm
the temperature of a Tuesday afternoon
neither storm, neither calm
just the middle of a quiet room
The phone's not ringing, not on purpose
the day is neither good nor bad
the surface, the unremarkable surface
of everything I sort of had
Maybe lukewarm is a kind of peace
a flatline with a heartbeat still
I'll drink it slow, I'll take my ease
against my better will
Lukewarm, lukewarm
the temperature of a Tuesday afternoon
neither storm, neither calm
just the middle of a quiet room
