Coffee.

It\'s the the caffeine addiction. It\'s the morning ritual, the little cafe. The shared metaphor for rising, And joing with the day. Prepare my arm for the injection, Drip the coffee right in there. Slap it til it shows up. Hit is harder. Use a tourniquet! You sissy! I want something warm and soothing. I need a second shot.

August 14th, 2008 | All Poems, Home Life Poems

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