LOW GRIND
COLD
WINDOW, BREEZE
Cold
window, breeze
Snow
flurries
Decorations
on the walls
Slow
blowing off trees
Leaves,
brown, crumbling in sight
Soft
leather comfort chair surrounds me
Air
warmed through my nostrils
Chill
Awkward
pressure on my back
Winter
clothes
Warmth of
coffee
“Want
cream in your latte?”
Hiss
“That’s
all I want, up”
“It’s
like
And I can
Clank
“Aprillll…….”
“here”
“So, ……..”
“How are
ya….
“oh…..”
“They’ll
all”
“Not
after three days”
“Then
when you get more time”
“Hold
that too”
Now OH
Okay
“it’s so true…damaged.”
“Woooowwwwah”
Sweet
maple turned sour
Vanilla
Swallow
Thick
liquid from the cream that was added
My
arteries narrowing with every swallow
“Steven?”
Bitter
roast of beans
Low
grind.
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