If a person can
for two-ninety-five get, not just a cup
of coffee, but an
absolutely defining sense of self –
what, exactly, does that
say about me? Am I incapable
of cultivating
committed relationships? Does it mean
I am weak-minded
if I happen to like variety?
If I am defined
by what’s in my cup, I must think this through...
The choices are vast:
tall, grande, venti; non-fat, low-fat, whole!
I need a coffee
that says I am not just any woman,
that says I am fierce
in the boardroom, a force in the bedroom,
gentle on the eye.
I need one that says I am low maintenance.
So there go my half-cafs,
along with the soy, sugar-free lattes
and cappuccinos.
Iced drinks are definitely out! I’ll just
double-shot Espresso Macchiato,
bold and confident,
cuts to the chase and has a smooth finish,
– quickie in a cup.
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