I Am My Own Taste

Can we agree someone’s coffee order is a personal thing?

So “I’ll have what you’re having”

Can feel like trespassing. 

You trust my judgement that much?

You’re willing to put that on your morning cup? 

The boldness of it 

& yet

I’m bitter

Coffee, no cream, with little sugar

Your face twists

When the dark roast hits your lips

And now you know

More about your coffee order.

Whitney Lozada is a writer based in Humboldt County.

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