Do yourself a favor and pick up the current issue of Vallum. You won't regret it. There is so much wonderful writing in there.
This untitled work by Canadian poet Erin Noteboom presents the possibility of having to choose between two things we all want:
ink brush ideograms
on a pair of teacups
pouring pale jasmine asks
happiness or love?
(Vallum, Vol. 3:2 p. 29)
Can you imagine someone you're married to asking this? As if he were saying, "Assam or darjeeling?" Both are wonderful--but you can't mix them or you'll ruin the flavor. Is he playing, joking around? ("One lump or two?") Or has he had a sudden moment of self-awareness? This image, which at first appears to be a warm, typical domestic scene, feels poignant and sad to me.