Shortchanged 10mg of Prozac

Ice cube tray in powder blue

I lay my palms flat on top

Beholding

the frozen

I breathe in and out to ready

myself

Lifting it up over my head

s m a s h i n g

onto granite counter tops

Three rapid hits-

Dum

A beautiful rendition of Beethoven’s 5th

Releasing ice shards

melting in my veins

I pick up an ice cube

and another

Emptied.

dump them in the pot of sizzling coffee

they disappear

quick

As my cheshire grin stays

p l a s t e r e d

to my face

I hum a tune for the insulated cup

l o n g pour of oat milk

Iced

Coffee on tap-

libations for the lost

10

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I stuck it in the fridge

and named it

Cold brew number 5 after the German

He’ll have it in the afternoon with a snack

My ziggy barista energy

on a Friday-

minus 10