Friday, March 7, 2014

ROOM FOR CREAM

In that soft lavish 
instant 

between my judicious
ginger pouring

and the slow dilation—of warm 
white milk—it unfurls;

the sheer comfort 
that comes 
from admitting—

that coherence 
is simply—a compliment 

I keep
discharging neatly

into certain little discrete
ideas I rather 
like together—such as

morning 
coffee—heaps of black

tea once it
hits twelve noon—and of course 
something 

or other 
decaf—every single night.

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