Afternoon Coffee
As my adderall crash begins
the fuzz and the buzz in my brain
by meth minus a methyl group, barely restrained
comes roaring back
a tumult breaking through and over
the temporary dam I’d constructed.
Afternoon coffee time
hot water
two espresso
two non-dairy creamers.
The coffee machine at work is much improved
as is my mood.
Hey, I might not be able to sleep tonight
drinking coffee at fifteen hundred hours
but I deserve a treat and a functioning brain
I don’t have superpowers.
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A very relatable poem about what we need to do sometimes to get through the day. After all, everything’s better when everyone has a functioning brain!
I love “but I deserve a treat and a functioning brain”
Yes! to: I deserve a treat and a functioning brain
I love the volta at the end–its neat, tongue-in-cheek tone and rhyme highlights the poem.