Priyana Mathew

In a room of aromatic dark roast.

My mind in a dark roast of mental frenzy.

What festers me most ...

Lack of time urgency.

For I force my wakens to arrive.

For when I could have delayed my wakens.

I have embarked away from the nimble corner of downtown Starbucks.

I have journeyed far to a train stop to bunker my hunger.

I must go home, for I am broke and out of money.

Sitting in the cold of this empty station...

I have shared my fartifuls and eager feasting.

Now pronounced, in the gutters of the toilet.

Applaud for me, for I have not spent twenty minutes.

In a random downtown Starbucks restroom.

In my waking, spite of my writing fatigue

I spend my time in the corner of the downtown Starbucks

I sit with my coochie lips tight,

Tighten control over my anus.

I fear a release of my Jack in the Box feast

And all of yesterday's feastful ventures.

To spend my thoughts on my yesters.

I am now, hungry.

In the corner of the downtown Starbucks,