Poetry by Niall Berkeley

Rebellion, one cup at a time

Each time I goto the coffee shop

the barista asks me if

I'd like room for cream.

My answer is different every time

and as a general rule

I order the opposite of what I want

for reasons I can not explain


as far as I can tellin some fucked up way

I'm trying to prove

that no one has a hold on me

that I can do as I damn well please

and this little protest of mine

works out fine

other than the small fact that

I always come away


Niall Berkeley's short fiction piece, Dog Days of Winter, can be readin a forthcoming edition of The Cerebral Catalyst. He lives in Colorado.