Coffee Monologue

preoccupations rot warm styrofoam around my fingers
dissolving into wrinkles and burns; the sunlight twists
around my oblivion, straddling the abdomen of my cares

I tap lipstick smudged edges to life, the table levitates up
towards the fans on the ceiling, testing gravity. memory hits,
his keys and words deflate into the belt of softened replies

my mobile lays daydreaming, the dial tone shreds my eardrums
I check my pulse, I check my airways, I check my pockets for a
stray pill. I stand to leave, dissolving into the checkered floor.