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