Takeaway Coffee

A Poem

By Emma Michelle Porter

I try to sip takeaway coffee tentatively,
I’ve burnt my tongue too many times.

A takeaway coffee gets me through long lectures,
the traffic home.

I try to sip tentatively, slowly, but eventually let it envelope me
the foamy light top and the bitter fuel
just one sugar these days

Like a grown up.

I try to fall for people tentatively,
I’ve hurt myself too many times.

Developing a crush gets me through the boredom,
the loneliness.

I try to fall tentatively, slowly, but eventually let it envelope me
the fluffy light start and the fuel for bitterness
half the amount of hope these days

Like a grown up.