did we ever think
before age 30 or
did we assume that
someone would
always bring us
coffee as we
preferred it black
as marbles of coal
or milky white
with non-diary
creamer and a
sprinkle of
aspartame to
finish off a
cocktail of
synthetic powder
in a novelty mug
mine says something
about not speaking
until I imbibe
caffeine maybe not
those words but close
I have gravely
underestimated the
gravity of someone
being intimate with
my coffee being on
a first name basis
with it retrieving
it proactively in
steamy vessels
without ever
inquiring
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