coffee smells the blues

coffee smells the blues
while i teeter on the edge 
of the cup in an unsteady 
resemblance of the myths
we tell ourselves.

coffee smells the blues
while i apply lip gloss
and flirt with the impossible.

coffee smells the blues
while i contemplate wrangling
happiness as a way of
avoiding the opposite.

coffee smells the blues
while i remember your scent,
it's a more powerful hit
than from any fist.

coffee smells the blues
while i revel in the
everyday madnesses
that are still so comfortable.

coffee smells the blues
while i trust that the future
is strong enough to hold me.