The Cycle of Coffee Mistakes by Victorya Lenz

The Cycle of Coffee Mistakes

Victorya Lenz

Coffee Dates, evenings, mornings Coffee Hot, iced, cream, sugar or plain? Coffee

Runs Coffee gives me the Runs America on Dunkin Runs

Like a thief in the night it creeps My soul crushed by the burden and weeps Perhaps it is denial or fate Or maybe a misguidance A rapture of good sense Did fall upon me when I ordered

No It will not happen this time No I will fight through it No

Oh no I smell it, I feel it Oh no

Groaning, moaning Rumbling, tumbling Chair-gripping, whisper of sulfur Clenching, wheezing Deep breath breathing Praying, bargaining Can god hear my cries?

Bathroom! I don’t think I’ll make it, where is the nearest Bathroom?

Hold Just a little longer, hold tight Holding… Running, screaming Panicking, pleading Pounding on doors Buckets, windows Bushes, floors Where oh where could porcelain nirvana be?

Oh Oh god no, I can feel it Oh…

Never-mind On the bathroom break Never mind I’m fine, leave me alone Never-mind

Desecration, degradation Of demeanor and stature None other than Hamlet Could depict the agonies I endured The malicious attempt on my vanity Was a “murder most foul”

Go away! Let me wait here in shame Go away!! The barista is to blame! Go away!!!

Weak Body, weighted by exhaustion Weak Mind from racing, grip is Weak . Silence, relaxation, tranquility. Perhaps more than Weak?

Graceful, risen to the heavens A cloud of virtuous bliss Such as a kiss from an angel Perhaps that is the cycle The never-ending understanding between Panic, hysteria, alarm - versus Elation, exhilaration, and ethereal pleasure.