I sit down in August
holding my large, scalding coffee
to sip coffee at a table,
a table for two, the cup sitting and
leaving a ring of scalding brown
for the next coffee-drinker; and as I hold my cup
raising the lid to my lips, the liquid runs
down my throat and burns my tongue,
as loneliness does, that peculiar force that
flows swift and strong and harsh
highly-heated, down into the heart,
which bubbles, burns, and bites while I am
sitting, at a scalding table for two
all alone while coffee drinking in August.
*Inspired by "Blackberry Eating" by Galway Kinnell
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