that first sip is for me.
not just a morning ritual,
the anxiety to capture
the need for perfection,
content seems crucial.
not just to wake me,
endless snippets of life,
up I swipe on every device,
late nights & early days disagree.
not just addiction,
the headache that looms,
words that bite,
the mind that isn’t self,
running on fumes.
not just the first cup,
life mandates mandifold,
for the many moments,
that slip by, run out,
to ward off chill & cold.
not just the first cup,
the first of every that follows,
a fleeting second for myself,
everything can wait,
make it worth the tomorrows
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