The best conversations
take place while the taste of coffee still
lingers on my tongue.
Starbucks and Bob Marley
or my twenty five year old
car and music not much younger.
Either way, my mouth tastes sweet
and a little burned, I am always
over eager.
The caffeine helps me think, helps me
keep my wits about me.
The best friendships
are formed over coffee, quiet connections
affirmed, I say things
that I didn't think I could
say.
While drinking coffee, it doesn't
seem as dangerous.
I think we feel sophisticated, I know
that I feel like my words carry more weight,
the fear of them shriveling and dying
upon atmospheric contact
is all but
removed.
This coffee is a conduit, maybe,
a pathway to what I
want to say.
Eventually I learn to walk without my
crutch, I learn to lean on
you.
