I took my own temperature.
And there was nothing good about it.
Am I sick or just dead?
The temperature decreases.
I took my dog outside.
He likes to take a walk.
It is cold.
Stiff limbs, but I walk.
I talk to the neighbors.
Frozen.
Not shivering.
Moving my arms energetically.
The temperature decreases.
So I went back inside.
I took my temperature again.
Something, something within.
Inside, I am withering.
Arms slithering.
I think it’s cold.
Or maybe it’s just bold.
Like bold coffee.
From a smiling coffee tree.
The coffee maker laughs at me.
And produces only iced coffee.
I sip.
In the early morning.
Looking at the clock.
It gets earlier.
I take my temperature.
It is early.
And cold as iced coffee.
I take my own temperature.
There was nothing.
when we have coffee
ponder the first coffee tree
was raised in our heart
There’s a coffee tree in your backyard? In Kansas?
In the back of your house, the marsh?
A Brazilian coffee tree cannot survive here.
Your dhram winters are way too harsh!
Well, sure, I will come and take a peek.
Right this second? Let me get my coat.
That stick you planted next to the leek?
You must think I am a dope float!
I think you sprinkled those beautiful coffee beans yourself.
They did not fall off that stick which a tree is truly not.
I do not believe you, my crazy little Cousin Dear.
Because frankly, you have always been a bit of a snot.