imagine this

the prettiest girl you have ever known

walks into the coffee shop

where you sit

balls deep

in a poem about how shitty

the world can be

then she sits down

and you learn

her brain is kind

and filled with ideas

and passion

and weird

and even darkness

like you

your coffee sits

ice cold

but you sip

anyway

it feels good

and when she gets up to leave

you have no choice

but to crumble up

that poem

about a shitty world

because for an hour

it wasn’t shitty

at all