bitter coffee in a white mug

stained, much like me, from long days and jittery nights

creamer in an overly bright container, contrasting my coffee and I –

balancing on the lip, pouring into the abyss

clouds of lactose free mimicking the out-of-favor milk maid,

with a swirl and a swoop, the abyss turns a creamy caramel

mouth watering, I think of all the trite phrases advertisers would spin:

be the creamer, bring light

unsure if it’s bitterness that brings these thoughts to mind –

or a sweet sarcastic creaminess —

so often mistaken for a black abyss

programmed by the capitalist class,

I stir my caramel addiction and dive right in