On Saturday mornings
I sit in my robe
and I listen to the
crackle,
pop,
the steamy *** of
coffee brew
it brews, it brews, it brews
while something brews
in me

I turn the TV on
and I keep checking
my phone
and I sit inside
this stagnant room
and sort of feel
alone

On Saturday mornings,
I crave your love
and I know that it's not
within reach.