Give Me Two Coffees Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>i'm counting the days that are free.

they're only ways i 've chosen to flee..

i decide that i have no time to seek

as if i had no eyes to see.

so that i'm given an excuse

to sit still,

accepting my weird deeds..

awaiting my coffee.

the first cup is bitter and

the second gets better.

better means a spoonful of sweetness

the first sip is bitsy,

yet enough to make me moody

the nth sip is sweet,

but too much for me to bear.

and too long for me to be thirsty for.

one love is already a torture,

why come next?

the 2nd love is another load of pressure..

sugar makes it bitterer