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Posted on: October 7, 2010

Here’s another poem I wrote for class. My teacher enjoyed this one the most, so I thought you might too!


Quest for Caffeine


It is cold in Chicago on a Thursday morning

8:36 am.

I should have left promptly six minutes ago

I should have worn a coat

I hurry up Halsted, thinking it is more than slightly unfair that I work for free

“Internship,” they call it.  The least they could do is pay for my coffee.

I buy the cheap stuff now.

A large French Vanilla cappuccino at 7-11 for $1.85

Let’s face it, I can’t afford crack in a cup from the green mermaid for 5 bucks a day

Many times I shamelessly count quarters

The robots at the other place don’t do that

They tip in 20s


Not stopping for the hand warming heat and sugary taste does not even cross my mind

If I don’t, the best anyone can hope for out of me is the ABC’s

I enter the store with other students from the high school down the street

It dings, as it always does, to announce my presence

No one greets me or asks how I’m doing, but I don’t care.

I have a tendency to ignore people anyway. On accident, of course.

I zero in on the cups

And absent-mindedly “push here”

I stare, stunned, as only hot water fills my green cup

What now? What do I do?

I look around, trying to think of alternatives

I ditch the hot coffee idea and head to the cooler

The next best thing: the mermaid’s bottled stuff

I ponder the meaning of all things caffeine, standing in front of the cooler as other patrons find what they need and carry on with their lives

I decide it’s better than nothing at all

$3.59! I am not happy

I was not thanked as I left the store and I quickly pull out my cell phone to send an angry text message to a friend

“The machine at 7-11 is broken! Only hot water came out! Why does this always happen to me?! I’m never buying coffee again!”


I speed up the pace, crossing the street when the little white man is not present and swerving around those with nowhere to go

All the familiar places become a blur as I power walk past in my turquoise shoes

Boys. Outside a liquor store. On the corner where I needed to be five minutes ago.

It’s too early to drink.

I pray they won’t open their mouths.

Of course they do.

I feel like saying, “Do you really think whistling is going to make me want to talk to you?”

Jerks. I ignore them as best I can and move my feet quicker still

I pray I won’t trip or drop something.

“Boys are idiots.” I send the same friend.

Digging through my purse, I pull out my hairbrush

My life has become a balancing act.

I get to the doorbell at 9:04.

So close.


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  • BFF: LOVE this post. The third picture is my favorite and really resonates with me. Instead of comparing our lives to those of others, we should be immense
  • Cindy Friesen: Im so glad you are having fun! I cant wait to see pictures! Have you had a Paini yet or a Crepe?! How about Tapas and Paella? Or Sangria!!!! Are you g
  • Kiersten Trillhaase: You can have this AND a Mastiff or Great Dane, but you cannot choose it over the other dogs- I will not let you. P.S. Love the post about skyping


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