morning coffee

i see you in my coffee

raw, honest, unforgivable, alarming, black.

i dip my toes in for a taste

and your alligator claws tear at me.

i did not mean to obstruct your morning,

i just wanted to be near you

or in you,

it's all the same.



ground me up like cinnamon, 

and i'll throw a parade for all the little beans

that trot on by

and one by one,

we will bow at your feet.