Today, I ordered my usual -
a medium, iced latte.
I do my routine at the coffee shop:
order, wait, and pick up my drink,
The same man hands it to me, with
his usual golden, circle-framed glasses,
and leather wrist watch.
Walk over to
the little table where
customer's help themselves,
and get a straw.
Stab black counter until
yellow plastic penetrates the
paper covering.
Put it in the drink as I walk out,
pushing the door with my left shoulder
instead of my hands.
The latte tastes different today,
Less milky,
harder to
swallow - bitter.
Or maybe that's just me, today.
Because of you
things are
harder to swallow -
bitter.
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