C O F F E E

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Ah, you coffee virgin.
Inhale smoke sweet as death
And just as hot.
Do you smell that?
It’s the sound of caffeine and vanilla
And maybe a Frenchman?
Like an oral IV
I get my fluids as I need them —
I’m not really awake,
Just pumped up,
A teenage-shaped balloon, and
A Splenda packet away
From half-conscious babble.





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