Nothing tastes better
than the smell of the coffee
you've been denying yourself
for a day, a week,
almost a week and a half.
You can smell if from
your professor's cup
across the room
and you remember
that every single
cup of coffee
has always tasted
good enough
to distract you from
the equations on the board.
Nothing tastes worse
than your lips
saying, "Yeah,
I started again.
I never really
wanted steady hands
and normal REM cycles."
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