#tbt poem from 2003

A Cup of Coffee

 

a blue chipped ceramic mug

black coffee

 

no word uttered

hate for the blank page

and my unmoving hand

 

one-fourth cup skim milk

three teaspoons of sugar

 

words flow…

I used to love her.

The scent of her overpowered me,

but now just a scratch on my brain.

 

 

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