my roommates —
girl who can’t live without coffee,
girl who can’t stand the stuff, really.
#1 always trying to get #2 on board:
add more sugar, have some flavor syrup, how about
vanilla / hazelnut / gingerbread / caramel, add more milk more
more more, I’ll froth it up for you, try this fancy creamer,
we’ll make that blend instead, a less bitter brew, a stronger
brew, a different brew, we’ll find something you like
and I don’t get it.
I just don’t get it.
I breathe silent prosaic thoughts over my tea,
clean as cold whole milk:
my God
it’s all right, you know.
if you don’t like coffee,
you don’t have to drink it.