a cup of black coffee
that’s been handed round
to pull us back from
university deadline cliff edges
and the fading sound of revelry,
sits barely sipped
on my lap.
my stomach still churns
when chirps
burn through
the curtains.
my thoughts are like the innards
of that gaping Fed-Ex truck:
stacked, scattered and
battered by brakes,
all stuffed
like an otter’s corpse
encased behind glass
and museum walls.
killer beats
have helped me cheat
every bloody mornin’.
but today, i’m diving
cordless
into enemy waters.
it’s quiet,
and i recline
with this peaceful
corner of the riot
a few more times.
then bus exhaust monologues
lift my spirits further.
their words carry my body
all the way to Europe,
and finally
let me fall
in love.
