by Justin Teoh
a hypothetical conversation over coffee gon be
lowkey a sense of uniform childlike giddiness
the afternoon of a clock past 4 lets in, and
it shines all and every serotonin drop that came before us
in sure time, i can be just one instead of
the persons i’ve been along the way,
instead of speaking in typology, to give hints and finally melt.
a self-erupting chocolate lava cake
somehow words cut through the winding mental road, leading to
an intellectual discourse on egg fried rice or sumn
i am yet undecided with the next step, as always
but then again, any reply at all warrants one americano less
if the overhead speaker was an orator it would sing of o’hara
looking out, lofi, the world re-enacts “coca-cola
with you;” i am indebted and will pay the dues of the world.
but anyway we are granted equal share by the round-table.
in the occasional silence, blanks are still filled
steel heart stone innards dissipate because the what ifs
become what wills; even if in a brief sip of water
the phones never ring at the wrong times
god damn it do i need to summarize Terms into
a nugget of premature wisdom?
must i write life rather than to live it?
‘when i am gone, [i’d rather] let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy i was.’
in the advent of the covidiots
this’ll invigorate me, my clouds make anew
for this i still wouldn’t have it any other way;
this hypothetical conversation over coffee