Coffee & Milk
This
blue tack
sticks in
the board
and out
and in again
planting its stem
in the fertile soil of cork
the girl next to me
speaks Spanish
and lights a candle
the height, weight
of this place
sucks
the breath
out of me
but replenishes more
forgiveness and love
not despite by four-legged nature
but because of it
a Mexican girl with a bubble butt
walks by
a seeping homeless man sleeps on the pew
his breath rotten
I pray
to images and paintings
of Our Lady of Guadalupe, who
I can’t help but to imagine
tasting when the girl
with the bubble butt walks by again
cold, polished concrete steps
and you wait for them to open
and for cosmic to seep out
but all there is- a store across the street
“Coffee & Milk"
that sells
coffee and milk
still I am loved
there is something finally here
again