Steeping a Moment of Songs

I watch steam as I pour hot

water into a green mug,

the one whose handle broke the first

day I bought it, but I glue

it back together with miracle gorilla glue

the steam curls, rises into giraffes

the ceiling cracks open and the stars

begin to sing a remix

of songs that we forgot from yesterday

the steam cools, giraffes sip tea.