Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

Cup Of Joe

I’ll settle for a cup of coffee
in my hand.
Rats on Hollywood Boulevard,
a seat at the circus,
and fat under my shirt.
I am not aiming high.
How can I?
I am only trying to keep myself alive.
Nothing matters when you’re poor
and pale,
but pennies.
And who can count that high anyway?
Not me.
A little bread,
a chunk of butter.
What more does one need?
The best days are your last.
The ones caught burning in water.
The ones on postcards
of all those places
you never went to.