When I find a particularly good cup of coffee,
At a particularly hip coffee shop,
My first thought is:
“(You) would love this place.”
Then I gasp,
And try to pull the text out of the thought bubble in the air.
I grasp at the N, the O’s and the period to try and get them to come down,
So I can convince myself I never even thought that thought,
Never even allowed my mind,
Where I will never let my body go.