i stare at the coffee in my cup,
cream swirling like chemtrails.
i didn't add enough because
it's still bitter and acidic.
i think I burned the coffee but
i never burn coffee.
i know my feelings aren't facts but
i feel like you're mad at me
or maybe i'm mad at me.
a tear falls into my cup and
the salt gives it an edge the caffeine couldn't.
it scalds my tongue as i drink it too fast and
i flinch but
i keep drinking because the
high tight hum of pain on my tongue is louder than the
low leaden drone of my thoughts
i wash down bitterness and acidity with salt in the wound