Drip. Drip. Drip. I exist. I come into being. Sip. Sip. Sip. I send your nerves fleeing.
Home. Work. Café. I belong where you go.
Morning. Noon. Night. I pick you up when you are low.
Staple. Surprise. Sudden urge. I am where you turn.
Mild. Medium. Dark roast. You mostly burn.
Steaming. Brewing. Percolating. I fill the empty air.
Box. Pot. Carafe. Enough of me, let’s share.
Glass. Ceramic. Styrofoam. Are you a friend or a foe?
Mug to stay. Mug to go. Paper cup. Sometimes, I just don’t know.
Beans. Grounds. Syrup. Grind me. Filter me. Shake me up.
Black. Extra extra. Regular. Euphoria fills the cup.
Vanilla. Hazelnut. Mocha. We discuss the flavor.
Caf, Half-caf, Decaf. You and me, worth the labor?
Sugar. Milk. Ice. Make me sweet. Make me creamy. Make me cold.
Friend. Co-worker. Stranger. You meet. You scream. You unload.
Scalding. Frosted. Room temperature. Sensation draws pain.
Reheat. Fresh. Microwave. Don’t pour my grounds down the drain.
Dropped. Broken Shattered. I spill on the floor.
Shards. Slivers. Stains. You come back for more.
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