It’s been too freaking
cold to walk outside much lately.
I just drink coffee,
seldom seeing
anyone because it’s plaguey.
I’m not too freaking
slow to show my feelings,
though—my lovings and my hatings.
I just drink my coffee,
and they all spill out of me—
tag lines
made of my own freaking
tears that come oozing
from my crossed
eyes—like coffee,
but more colorless. You see
how it is with me.
Too much freaking
time to lie here drinking coffee.
