Dear Coffee,
I love you. I love how you burn my throat
to wake me up. I love how you attach
a mug to my arm as if I were a
strung out junky, and I am—for you—my love.
Coffee, you make me smart. You make my
attention span apples. I like apples.
Coffee, you clean me out. I’ll never need
an enema so long as I have you.
Coffee, thanks for biting back. Thank you for gut-rot.
Thank you for stammering, sh-shaking—I’ve—
I’ve had too much coffee.
Coffee I banana. Use the bathroom
again. Try to put food in, food out coffee.
Crackers and coffee. Now I can’t possibly
talk to other people coffee. You did this
on purpose coffee. You want me all
for yourself coffee. Crazy eyes like coffee.
Brown smile like coffee. Can’t think straight coffee.
Porous brain coffee. Decaf, what’s the point coffee?
Coffee, you’re like road-head without the mess.
Coffee you keep me clear-eyed. You build me
down and tear me up. You’re like brown trousers
coffee. Always on some old man like me coffee.
You make a mess of me coffee…
and now I make you.
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