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Coffied, cafe air hangs.
Like wrists with cigarettes.
Like knots inside your chest.
While cobbled words avail to stain.
The darting mouths and minds.
Instead, above the crowd, a phrase.
"Um, can you make my coffee to go instead?"
That's us doing our poetry slam at a coffee shop on a Friday night.