Assorted Poems

Coffee Thoughts

Slip in through the door

Feel cold January wind fade in the vestibule

Smell of roasting and baking

Workers laugh behind the counter

Two I know and one I don't

Order my drink and slink over to a chair

As I'm getting settled, I notice the new one

She's walking over towards the bathroom

And suddenly, I'm not really in my seat anymore

I'm still in the shop, although I can't make out details

I hear a scream and see it.

The barista that's always nice to me

Going to school nearby but still on break

She knows my drink and starts it

If she sees me through the window

She's dead.

Sitting the bathroom.

Looks like an overdose.

Suicide, probably. But something isn't right.

I'm not seeing her from my body.

I'm not at the bathroom.

I'm still in my chair.

I realize all of a sudden

I'm not seeing her at all.

All I see is a cup of coffee.

The shop is quiet.

I shudder as I sip my drink

Trying to forget the dark.

2019