Coffee Date
A spoonful of substance—
that’s all I’m looking for.
Stir it in while it’s hot.
Let it dissolve and
rest until it’s tepid.
Saccharine black?
Drink up. Dry.
Granules cluster the bottom of the mug
and bitterness lingers on my tongue.
I’ve fooled myself again.
Copyright © Kathleen Austin | Year Posted 2021
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