table 2
the coffee’s okay
i say
trying to fill
the flat white moment
with will
full meaning.
two creams, one sugar
clouds up the mugs surface;
my brain in a cup.
you staring at me’s
not helping either.
the coffee,
as it roils,
makes my gut
turn too.
unsettled settles in.
should’ve left it black.
the liquid
pulls me under.
I look around
one last time.
everyone else
is moving in
their own spaces,
stirring,
in circles,
too.
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