a
tiny box of sunlight and brick
coffee smell and wood floor
chatter and waiting
for eye contact
for connection
for you
be
here for me
even though you declare
with a snort that I’m a cliché
for supporting a coffee chain instead of
the mom-and-pops next door
see,
I never claimed
I was original.
I am human
so human
so limited
(but united)
by emotion and needs.
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