i would like to start over, please.


coffee from the
coffee chain
beside the apt
boils and gurgles
in my stomach
like a bank robbery
in progress
while behind the counter
girls take
frozen meat
frozen buns and bagged
tomatoes
and stack sandwiches together
like packing
boxes full of unwanted belongings
ready for the curb

"we're under new management'
the puke with the
name tag tells
me,
while another after noon
quietly dies
as i spill
coffee
all over his
casket