Foamy Guilt by Jenni Reay

A Starbucks cup mind fuck
Half-caf-skinny-cap-coffee-flavoured syrup
With a cloud on top
Whipped cream, sex taste
Four hundred per cent mark up
On a load of old beans
Seattle grunge sounds swirl and echo in the murk
Fair Trade, Min-wage, Have a nice day mermaid.
Clicking fingers, pot smoke and bongo poetry,
Lost at the bottom of a disposable plastic
Receptacle.

Photo by Diana Afanador.

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