indulging my personal
stir the froth on my coffee with
my finger in and
curl and lift
as you pass
my blue beret
(you will remember)
this is aworldofpureimagination.
There, is, comfort in my head.
There, is, knowledge in this denial.
There, is an embrace in every spontaneous smile.
There is a decadence in brushing your teeth with warm water (…be kind…)
because anything else
makes no sense
or is just