Ode to Bubble Milk Tea

Out of School,

to the tea shop.

Familiar faces appear

as I say my order.

I stand there,

chatting,

Then the lady says,

Mei Mei,

your order is ready.

Step one,

shake.

Step two,

Poke the straw.

The last step, take a sip.

Sip,

The silky smooth goodness

melts down my throat.

Once it touches the tongue,

it’s a party in my mouth.

Chew, chew, chew.

Another sip.

Texture satisfies the soul.

It's like dynamite.

exploding everytime.

Bitter, sweet, a bit sticky.

Who wouldn’t love it?

The drink exudes perfection.

Just the right balance of flavors.

I’m unworthy of that holy drink.

It’s like it descended from heaven.

Beams of light

make it glow on a hot summer day.

Or any day.

It calls my name.

Impatient

as it is being prepared.

Shake, poke.

That first sip

is always a miraculous thing.

Refreshed immediately.

The cold liquid quenches your thirst.

The taste of that delicious tea is to die for.

It’s addictive.

Always wanting more of it.

So good.

One sip after another.

Then,

It’s gone.