About The Cows
A poem about a cherished cafe soiled by grains
About The Cows I went back to my favorite cherished cafe they’re serving oat milk, exclusively I asked, what if I want Vitamin D with my caffeine? and the woman just stood there agape foreshadowing drool to roll off her chin for here or to go? the worst part it was still $5 they should really be paying me to drink what they’d like anyway I tipped sometime later in the back window a 5 star tow hooked and reeled some fellow’s car intuitively, a milk drinker and I thought what happened to all the cows? in the end the coffee was no good
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My Greatest Fear
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Sometimes I worry that something from inside my head has escaped out my mouth without me knowing it. Like talking in your sleep, but awake. When my mind wanders, nowhere really but someplace else, and I am then returned by an expression I can’t place and I think, my god what did I say to cause that expression?
Were there ever cows?!?