Just try to
calm
down now, a little
and notice—
how the light
through
the far frosted
kitchen
window
works perfect
magic on a brickbrown
arrowroot-
biscuit-crowned and
comfortably
pallid
yellow custard—that's been
tactfully
ensconced—in this glass
cup adjacent
to—that plain
mug
of bitterblack
half-
decaf coffee.
