disambiguate
disambiguate
Tired of talking to a God
that is not a straight answer
it is more like talking
to a roof beam
excepting profundity
I walked down to a café
the one near the fruit market
had a coffee
a bica pingada
because I live in Portugal
The serving wench
asked if I wanted full cream
in my coffee
I momentarily paused
struck by a thought
Should I tell her I have
diabetes
if I did
would she care
she is not a doctor
I nodded yes
no need for verbal
communications
I can safely go home
and talks to the beam
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