"cream or sugar?"
"a shot of espresso."
abstract hip-hop drifting from the sennheisers dangleing
about my neck made me feel as if i were floating
in a disconnected urban dream; the smell of
the coffee bringing lucidity to my dreamstate.
"Anything else?" with flashing eyes.
caught off guard, i smile and mutter
my decline. i drink the coffee at a logrithmic rate;
the caffeine quickly affecting my nervous system.
nothing matters one way or another.
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