My Calmer Creature

black coffee in the sea, with a thermos for a light house reading house blend. granular earth in the bread, or at least in the pastry window next to the register. vegetarians sitting at tables in a coffee shop parallel to a bookshelf and a row of abstract paintings. i could go over there for a little bit. maybe make some light conversation and talk about the weather. or sit quietly by myself and do a mental handwriting analysis of the barista's chalk board. maybe look at all the polaroids of the regulars and think about what i would wear if i was a regular. still one space left, still a chance for me to reach my southeast portland coffee house bulletin board nirvana. there i would remain tacked up on the wall for awhile, a plad wearing black coffee drinking herbivore. calm as can be in criss crossed shades of blue and green.