Sorrow Brewing Kelly Warner
If words were like coffee
I'd serve you premium roast.
The cappuccino machine would whip up
a comforting concoction of platitudes.
But my mouth can't form a palpable blend
to feed your crying eyes.
A Starbucks corner, a sanctuary of animosity,
a sip of normalcy in a factory-made cup
is all I can offer.
And I pray the aroma of my silence
will soothe your scalded heart.