COFFEE
i need black coffee, not only a moment
but a full cup, in which there is room for
the lack of belief and cynicism, hardness
then passage, having been drunk, the bottom, softness of the fresh dregs
and that you don’t drink, i have to kick the white vice
let’s call it too much sugar, too much white and i need something bitter,
harsher. in fact, a resistance.
life, the way black coffee goes with the white smoke,
a bit of grounding, a bit of lifting up, rhythm, exchange, a moment,
we are making arrangements
tuesday, tuesday is ok, one day in february, after two