I spend so much time in coffee shops that espresso smell clings to the fabric of my clothing

like a perfume

Papers signed with brown droplets—a love letter 

    Dear Caitlin,

    I never want to let go.

    A latte love,


I hug the cups in my hands and foam kisses my top lip when I sip 

I drink it slow to savor 




And you were cold; I’ll 

choose coffee every time.