You wake up and you're a little bit tired
but you're a lot angry
and you pour your coffee black
even though you hate it
because you need something to taste as bitter
as your clenched fists feel
and you can't quite figure out what it is
what's making your fingers twitch like the trigger of a gun
what's making your eyebrows knit themselves together
like a wall between your face and the rest of the world
and then you describe your eyebrows like a wall between yourself
and the rest of the world
and you giggle
and you remember that the world isn't all that bad
just look at the children who hold puppies
like snowflakes falling
or the biker gangs who surround a little girl
to drive off her attacker
or the art
or the music
or the food
just look at the food
and you pour out your black coffee
because you never liked your coffee black anyway
and tomorrow you plan to wake up different
wake up happy