Conceptual Coffee

“So have you fixed – figured out – the coffee machine yet?”

“Yes, I have just run the water through it for the first time.”

“Good.  Good.”

We ate cold meatballs
dill and potatoes
with children
until they went out to play.
And I drank
carrot juice
in a mug
for lack of anything else.

“Have you actually made the coffee yet or are you just thinking about it?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“You know, if I had a choice between conceptual coffee and actual tea I would go for the tea every time.”

I ran down to write this poem
as an excuse
because I could make my own
tea or coffee if I
wasn’t such a selfish
chauvinist bastard.

by Paul Bourgeois
Finland, June 23, 2012


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