coffee stained poetry
and an unsettling feeling in my left hand
the humidity makes it hard
to do most things I enjoy
like walking and breathing
in the other room there's
an innocent one sleeping
he doesn't know
I spilled some coffee
I'm taking unfinished breaths
these rooms are feeling like home
but I don't yet trust the streets
what would you wish for
if you were stranded
coffee stained poetry
but mostly release