Small things 5: Tan
Tan
I will be the white half and half to your black, iced coffee. At first, when I pour myself into you, I am like an upside down tree and then light a slice of marble pound cake.
Nevertheless, with a little swirling of the clear, plastic cup, and some help from a wooden stirrer, we become tan, like the color of your neck, which spent many summers under the sun alone.
