These beans, blasted to powder, stink
dirt-rich and skunky in the afternoon sun.
I’m looking at a weekend with no
responsibilities and I’m a grownup.
The water boils.
I pour it.
with oily blue iridescent bubbles
forms on the steaming black quag.
So I wake up at 1:30 and read for two hours
and feel like a tranked grizzly at 6:00 a.m. That’s
my own damn business. By god
the second cup tastes good as the first.