Americano
Take my anger, Lord
My complainings
My darkness
Let the pool
of my disappointment
be a dry bed
The world is evil,
says the barista
They killed Prince
because he knew too much
The old rocker on the patio
smokes against the signs
telling him not to
I’m too old to give a shit
winks and licks and
taps his ash
I am swaying
in the parking lot
Thinking of my friends
looking across
the kitchen table
this morning
trying to remember when
they ever loved each other
The dishwasher
hums its little liturgy
Take my sadness
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‘The dishwasher hums its little liturgy” great eulogy.
I am feeling the same feels…”Let the pool of my disappointment be a dry bed”. PREACH! I really like this line.
The second and third stanza are too good. Transition between the natural and the coffee shop just makes sense
Bada bing, Liz! This is bangin, right from the title.
“Let the pool
of my disappointment
be a dry bed”
Well said.
What a liturgy and that landing. Chef kiss!
A deft hand at work here. Echoes our culture heartstrings!
Oh wow. Poignant AF. Those last 3 lines are killers. BOOM! What a well-crafted poem. Thank you for sharing it. I look forward to reading more of your work!
That ending image hits strong.
Liz this is heartbreaking! “Trying to remember when
they ever loved each other” is powerful and relatable.
This is very effective!
Trying to remember, when they ever loved each other.
This feels like a person as a living tennis net. Serving it’s purpose for both sides, remaining neutral and being called down to indicate fault or loss as each side attempts to reach 40 – love.
🥺🥺🥺🥺 Love being zero in its absence.