Thursday, April 27, 2017

~ coffee stains ~

Listening to a folk singer
sing about coffee stains
and love lost and gained.
Forgive me, but I feel more solid
because I refused to break.
Last time was my fault - 
he gave me the hammer when he pushed
me away.
Amid my dreams of tea leaves,
I have a desire to eat pancakes in bed
with a man who has eyes 
blessed by Odin.
One who likes my unhealed cracks.
The coffee stains have dried,
and I can breathe better now.
The breaking is broken.

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