There are No Options
I drank coffee tonight in a hot room with yellow walls ...
my stomach full of someone else's evening, purple cabbage, barley and hommus;
My eyes and ears and nose grew fuller than my belly ...
of attention, and distraction.
I grew so hot and tired and full of noise,
that I left.
I left a hot yellow room
of coffee, cinnamon cake and red cheeked students.
Perhaps in my fifty-sixth year I will wish I hadn't.
my stomach full of someone else's evening, purple cabbage, barley and hommus;
My eyes and ears and nose grew fuller than my belly ...
of attention, and distraction.
I grew so hot and tired and full of noise,
that I left.
I left a hot yellow room
of coffee, cinnamon cake and red cheeked students.
Perhaps in my fifty-sixth year I will wish I hadn't.