Coffee

Drink coffee on slow mornings

Until heart rate increases

And slow becomes boring.

How much of myself

am I storing in the bottom of this cup,

After pouring out what’s left?

Just stains and dregs.

Just pain and dread.

Conforming to patterns I establish for myself,

Like drinking out of one mug instead of the rest.

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