I know that sometimes I like my coffee black
my eggs runny
I saw it it in a movie once
and got stuck on the evocation
of white sky
and vague nostalgia
maybe inconsolable family knottedness
is born of the same motive
of choosing bitterness
as a means to softening

sometimes I think we are the greatest
I know we are
always a pleasure to be us
no matter what happens
whatever it is that experiences us
is great

to look across the table at the cafe
into the brightness of your face
feeling supported by songs I know well
and your vibrant presence