At the Starbucks Drive Thru
Yes hi good morning
No I don’t need anything fancy
Just a coffee
Actually can you put cream in it?
Actually milk?
Actually can you put cream in it?
Actually milk?
I mean can you make it tan?
Just the color of an unstained fence?
Or a smooth washed creek stone?
Listen
Can you make it the color
Just the color of an unstained fence?
Or a smooth washed creek stone?
Listen
Can you make it the color
of my grandmother’s coffee?
In her teacup with the little
In her teacup with the little
plate underneath it
sitting in her living room
sitting in her living room
with her long white hair?
Maybe can you help me remember
Maybe can you help me remember
being understood?
Can you remind me how to
Can you remind me how to
accept things
with a smile and a sip
with a smile and a sip
of just a little bitter
Just coffee?
Just some coffee with milk.
And that will be all.
Just coffee?
Just some coffee with milk.
And that will be all.
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I adore the way this poem evolves. The voice is spot-on, punctuated by the perfect repetition of the word ‘Actually.’
This poem is so casual and unexpected. It feels natural. I love it!
This is so well done. Great voice, great development of the story. Really, really nice.
Thank you all!
delightful…. I was in the car with you 🖤
great poem
tension between the world you know and the one THEY want you to know