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5 Points Starbucks



while Andy drawls, reminding me

how easily he thinks I’m mesmerized

while alternating between

slow drags from his cigarette

& casual sips from his latte

I’m distracted by a night moth

circling a streetlamp : translucent wings

racing electron trails around a bulb of light,

white-hot, clouded in

city dust filaments

like smoke stirring the air

or like a latte dashed with pumpkin spice

on a sputtering summer-autumn night



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