Coffee

In Costa you sink your teeth
into a brie and cranberry sandwich.
Your fingers bluer than ever under the lights.
Almost eggshell. Almost crushed.

You see me look, put down the crusts.
Use the napkin, logo dabbing your lips. You press.
We drink here because of the rain forests.
We’re saving them. Your mouth’s still covered.

You worry about your carbon footprint.
I want yours. Just one. You can’t go anywhere
with one. It takes two to leave.