Latté

.
I lost myself in a
cuppa conversation,
hope floating atop frothy soy bubbles
I watched sink to the bottom
of what I (clicked my heels
three times and) wished was
a bottomless cup.
On the surface-above the foamy frivolity-
I heard myself say things like
It doesn't matter
and
Whatever you think.
I allowed debates
(whose answers I cared nothing about)
to fly about me busily,
grave frowns and
empty smiles and
promises
buzzing in my ears
and
my memory.
The last sip I left
to lie, cradling
the unfinished exchange
of useless syllables.
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