I Like My Coffee How I Like Myself
By Ingrid Pujol

I held a cup in my right hand
As the night left my eyes
And my mind painted a land
Where the darkness can’t survive.
In the window danced the light
With the clouds’ milky whites,
And the green behind the glass
Looked like fine sugar grass.
My cup was almost empty,
But I knew there was sti…read more