The Iced Coffee Motivation: Poetry in the Everyday

the bank account is whispering please stop,

the brain is screaming we need the dopamine,

so i stand in line like it’s a holy ritual,

paying seven whole dollars for brown water, oat milk,

and a micro-dose of sanity.

it’s not just beverage, it’s emotional support,

a liquid reward for simply existing

in a world that demands two years of experience

for an entry-level job that pays in exposure.

first sip hits, sweet, cold, electric,

suddenly i am the main character again,

capable of answering three whole emails

and pretending i have my life entirely figured out.

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