Coffee Shop

By Katie Fuccillo
She grimaces as
she tastes the rush
of boiling coffee,
too dark for her
delicate tastebuds.
I roll my eyes as she
lightens black with milk,
piles packets
of artificial sweeteners.

And I wonder why
she didn’t choose
something like
a strawberry Frappuccino
when she knew
even watered-down coffee
still tastes
bitter.