coffee is my drug of choice
although
in my younger and perhaps
more foolish
or perhaps not
days
i signed a petition asking for
legalization of
marijuana

but i am content
with my caffeinization
the slow
percolation
of the bean to the brain
the inspiration
that comes
with each cup

a friend said
i just don’t get
some people’s addiction to coffee
like
i enjoy a cup
but i don’t drink it like a drug

and i thought
i just don’t get
how some people make it without coffee
what drugs
they must consume
just to make it through

i reflect best
when i am stimulated
by thoughts and opinions
just like i sleep best
when i am stimulated
by the sound of my
partners’ breath

i admit that i have
hated
waited
aided and abetted
that i have
taken
awakened
found myself
breaking
that i have spoken
a token
white girl in a generation
of passion
irrational
disaster
and that i am
belated
ill-fated
sometimes
irate

coffee is the one
consistency
in my day to day
while everything
else
consistently falls down