he coughs
and tilts the dispenser
in his direction
presumably to
gather the last traces
of coffee into his mug
leaving nothing for
his coworkers
it's selfish
but everyone needs
a warm drink
when they're ill

YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
coffee
he coughs
and tilts the dispenser
in his direction
presumably to
gather the last traces
of coffee into his mug
leaving nothing for
his coworkers
it's selfish
but everyone needs
a warm drink
when they're ill