Consider, drip coffee, 

no refills, scattering

of keystrokes from an 

adjoining table. If we’re 

not careful, time takes 

over the cup’s dark 

interior. If we’re not careful, 

we might not make it 

over the corner, bested 

again by dopaminergic 

material. Now Matthew 

is calling and I cannot 

avoid him, sunshine 

bounces from the painted 

windows, three playlists 

laugh loudly from the 

bluetooth radio, having 

cursed my coffee cold.