No Filters. Made Coffee, Poem by Marcos Oro

No filters. Made coffee, with a ring of
grounds

Reminded of Saturn and that I must return.


It wasn't that he was completely
washed away
or frozen as his son-
The boy with lime-green clothes


But that he was always completely

Taken Taken Taken the
Wrong way-
Grew up wrong-

Left to the undertow to breathe
water and ice

Cutthroat, wielder, dark inventor-
Harsh prickly exposure to a
surname-

Horrific ferris wheels-
A mountain of loose snakes-