If I could weep,

I would make saltwater tea for you,

foolish, fat man,

full of bluster and lies.

Today I am beyond tears, but others aren’t.

Here, have a cup of tears wept

for the grandmas felled by COVID,

for George Floyd,

for immigrant children

without parents,

for Iowa’s farmers,

for the coral reefs,

the glaciers,

the burned coastline.

How many cups can you drink?