Ice cube tray in powder blue
I lay my palms flat on top
Beholding
the frozen
I breathe in and out to ready
myself
Lifting it up over my head
s m a s h i n g
onto granite counter tops
Three rapid hits-
Dum
A beautiful rendition of Beethoven’s 5th
Releasing ice shards
melting in my veins
I pick up an ice cube
and another
Emptied.
dump them in the pot of sizzling coffee
they disappear
quick
As my cheshire grin stays
p l a s t e r e d
to my face
I hum a tune for the insulated cup
l o n g pour of oat milk
Iced
Coffee on tap-
libations for the lost
10
I stuck it in the fridge
and named it
Cold brew number 5 after the German
He’ll have it in the afternoon with a snack
My ziggy barista energy
on a Friday-
minus 10
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 