How I Became The Sea

I Just Want to Drink My Coffee

I read the first chapter of Joshua.

I couldn't comprehend it through the multi-syllable words of King James.

I drank a cup of caffeine.

Yes.

With three full spoons of coffee.

No sugar.

No milk.

Just honey.

My preference.

I grabbed my yellow notepad.

To write.

After what felt like an eternity of confinement.

But then I tore the page

Because

it got

too soaked.

With emotions.

With my touch.

I've been gone for too long.

I

have been trying to clean up my life

but I've been staying awake past four in the a.m.

with nothing on my mind

but the oceans

that distracted me

from sparking my electricity

and doing what I do best;

what I love.

Life kept me away from being nostalgic.

Nostalgia is my instrument.

It measures my breaths.

I was wondering

when I would find this almost sweet remedy again;

because it coated my lips with sugar.

I just wanted to drink my coffee.

It wasn't bitter before.

I don't want the honey of words.

I want the sugar that rests on my lips.

I want to drink coffee.

I just want to drink my coffee.

And I want to write poetry again.