over love.
why not?
my heart already
ripped dripping
from my chest
that night,
that night of
a thousand knives.
i choose coffee
& make it strong.
make it a liquid
to drip pitch
down my throat.
make it in shots
& give me
the bullets
to load.
i choose coffee,
because if it's
hard to sleep
it's hard to dream.
i choose coffee.
over water, over tea
over land, over sea
over anything else
you want to serve.
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