Thursday, February 03, 2022

Bordeom

I pour myself ten cups of coffee
Each morning, noon, and night
Combined, drink only six. Others abandoned. Left to sit
A bread crumb trail in ceramic and black
Rings within rings each one a time stamp
Of  fresh start. Here, let's go. It'll be ok
I'd drill a hole through my gut if I drank
ten cups of coffee
scattered on night stands, back of toilets
One to start, two to go, all the others
Coin flips with a 50/50 on idle time
Something to do; make ten cups of coffee 
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