Angela Freeman

I should have told him I don’t drink coffee.
He holds court with a cappuccino,
I prop up a smile with frequent sips of sepia.
I memorize the Pollock behind him.

He holds court with a cappuccino,
instructs me on new bands to worship.
I memorize the Pollock behind him.
Some things are just not worth the effort.

He instructs me on new bands to worship.
I prop up a smile with frequent sips of sepia.
Some things are just not worth the effort.
I should have told him I don’t drink coffee.