Tonight's Poet Corner: Asiago with Black Coffee
Asiago with Black Coffee
by Belinda Roddie
The crisp cheddar conversation
began with dilated pupils
over an IV drip
drop
drip splashed with artificial sweetener.
I drank my coffee like
muddy pitch,
sticky tar coating the
trembling uvula that withheld
all the secrets not best told
for brunch chit-chat.
You thought
the stuff in
pink packets would be better for you
than sugar, but your tongue missed
the cane like white splinters
between white knuckles in your gums.
And while we talked,
a man stumbled by
asking for change,
not for a bus ride to San Francisco
or for a small cylinder escape,
but instead for a bagel,
sesame seed,
with cream cheese.
by Belinda Roddie
The crisp cheddar conversation
began with dilated pupils
over an IV drip
drop
drip splashed with artificial sweetener.
I drank my coffee like
muddy pitch,
sticky tar coating the
trembling uvula that withheld
all the secrets not best told
for brunch chit-chat.
You thought
the stuff in
pink packets would be better for you
than sugar, but your tongue missed
the cane like white splinters
between white knuckles in your gums.
And while we talked,
a man stumbled by
asking for change,
not for a bus ride to San Francisco
or for a small cylinder escape,
but instead for a bagel,
sesame seed,
with cream cheese.
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