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