Three of Cups

by Natasha Rubins | January 11, 2020

an idea — my mouth,
his cock, your eye —
what do you say?
I never worry about
who will bring me soup
or make me chamomile tea;
love is always having
spare shampoo and appreciating
how the human body squats.
the greatest error is to think a puddle
is just a puddle.

Natasha Rubins (she/her) is a London poet. A recent graduate of English Literature currently working in the charity sector, her poems are featured in Wild Pressed Books’ Young Poet Anthology.