Christ ... opher (kusali) wrote,
Christ ... opher

There are No Options

I drank coffee tonight in a hot room with yellow walls ...
my stomach full of someone else's evening, purple cabbage, barley and hommus;

My eyes and ears and nose grew fuller than my belly ...
of attention, and distraction.

I grew so hot and tired and full of noise,
that I left.

I left a hot yellow room
of coffee, cinnamon cake and red cheeked students.

Perhaps in my fifty-sixth year I will wish I hadn't.
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