Love often starts like this:
You wanna get some coffee?
As does business, resolution, trouble.
Slave wages and fair trade Frappuccinos—
rain forests, lost water (37 gallons to make a tall)
and a new world order
for the smoking urn of Babylon.
Yes, this is a cynical pour on coffee.
I drank too much this morning. The sky
another dark roast of high production, my brain
a bright screen of cost reduction.
Then the breakroom repair
of seeing you.
Let’s get a cup of coffee, you say late in the day.
Sure, I smile, hoping it leads somewhere,
maybe wine, dinner,
back to my place, your place, someplace
for the wonderful descending dance
of kiss and touch, the downlow that’s higher.
Sleeping together—my dream—
and waking, of course,
Henry Hughes currently teaches at Western Oregon University.