I like it when you look at me like that
What if we’re connected to learn?
I wave at the dormant coffee spoon,
disturbing its rest
as it lays unused against the side of my cup.
The cup is empty.
The dry remnants mark the sides,
letting me know
it’s been empty for a while.
But I need something.
And there’s no fridge to open out here.
As I rattle the spoon against the coffee-charred walls,
I hope the dregs…
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