Covid Coffee Conversations (be like)

Covid Coffee Conversations (be like)

I brewed a big pot of anger. Teeth and coffee beans grind. A carafe of my blackness spills on my coffee cup soul. Dripping onto the counter, and I don’t even care. Cream and sugar hide it, but you and I know it’s there. Silence sips on suggestion, waiting to strike. The mug of my madness is piping hot inside. Go ahead, I dare ya. Say it again. 

Good morning, how are you?

I’m fine.