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A Moment Like...There was a moment
I felt I couldn't breathe:
like a weight was on my sternum;
A rock too heavy to heave.
Like a unicycle on a tight rope,
Or an elephant on a ball
My life felt like a circus act -
A memory I abhor.
No one else had made me feel this way
- no, I'm sure you didn't intend-
But somehow, somewhere, something, someone
Smote my heart like a strong hand.
The phobia grips me
In your absence I'm still silenced
Reduced to similes
No straight talk
A suffocated honesty
A struggling rhythm
A failed rhyme
A fragmented poem
A still ambiguous line
A thought so muffled, so hidden, so
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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