Un café por favor
Johanna M. Geiger
I am losing my taste for coffee
the strong, rich, earthy flavor in my mouth in the morning
followed shortly by the zing of motivation.
The headaches of addiction I could do without
along with my inability to consume the amounts I have set in my brain.
Some mornings I am not feeling awake enough for coffee –
my body too aware of the acidic darkness
the way my belly contorts from lack of other.
Still, it is too late for me.
My ritual awakening
the seduction of being has already settled too far in.
