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...
