the only bad part
about enjoying coffee in the morning
is the moment when
there are naught but dregs in the bottom
and you have to admit
there is no more coffee to drink
in your mug.
[but, if you’re lucky, there’s more in the pot
where it all came from
and you can enjoy more
right there and then
from whence the first cup came from,
or in an hour (or so)
if you prefer your coffee
cold]
how
and why
and when
and why do i just want
another cup of coffee
to just chill with
first day in june
and i wake up
so cold
make some hot coffee
turn up that heat
things pride month
is usually
without
what kind of vibe does this bode
for the rest of the
season?
[or is this getting the
awkward/bad/less gay stuff
out of the way
so the rest of june will be
great…?!]
writing
a thing
but not the way i want to be
writing it
not in the way i’ve imagined
saying it
not in the context and meter and rhythm i’ve
dreamt it
and i’m hesitating words in a way i
never do
is this all some sort of quandary
of feeling ‘off’
simply because my coffee is hot
[[not
iced]]?
kipventures 