when you ground
my coffee this
morning you were
crying
and now I can
taste the movement
in the wisps of quiet
hair around your face and though
you sprinkled
your good intentions
in the beans
all I can think about is
the sinewed memories
that clog your brain.
my coffee this
morning you were
crying
and now I can
taste the movement
in the wisps of quiet
hair around your face and though
you sprinkled
your good intentions
in the beans
all I can think about is
the sinewed memories
that clog your brain.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
This piece won the November 2012 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.
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