I scissor open the brown and white pack
and instantly the smell of morning
fills this kitchen. The steaming water drips through
the maker like a lover moving next
to your sleeping body in the night and putting an
arm around your torso so that you feel as if
your body is a beautiful as the Venus de Milo. How lucky
you are in this loveless world
to have a cup of coffee to start the day,
its brown tongue presses against your lips
until you feel their redness.
You aren’t in a movie, you aren’t
rich or happy, you aren’t
even doing something meaningful with your life. It’s just
a new day and you remember that
the arms which held you
during the night
have been missing for centuries.
you know
nothingness;

smell and taste its 
topaz mouth.