Poetry

  • Bitter (11/13/2018)

    maybe it’s the dark,
    acidic coffee I refuse
    to take any other way

    or the wind lashing
    at my exposed neck
    this autumnal morning

    it could be the disgusting
    cigarettes I smoke too much
    or the anxiety that shakes me

    I feel it coming
    like knots in my throat
    like frozen dark chocolate

    and there’s nothing I can do about it.

    maybe I’m just bitter.