on a napkin at Starbucks
Scribbled nothings are quickly maneuvered
around coffee stains and corporate logos;
inky words rise proudly from flattened trees,
on a paper product that I should be using to wipe
up the mess that I have made. These are the seeds
of a poem, phrases to be spliced together beneath
angry stares of baristas with college degrees.
I shall need more coffee, and more napkins.
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