"There was a drop of white milk
at the bottom of mine which looked
like a sea of cream, I remembered
my mother's thick Nivea elixir
and broke into a fountain of tears
which you then caught in your hands and,
being careful not to spill them,
walked into the kitchen
saying over your shoulder,
'I will keep these safe for you.'"

--Jennifer Moxley, from "Impervious to Starlight"