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“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons...”

From “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot

Coming soon from Silver Birch Press — a modern take on coffee, coffee houses, and coffee spoons: COFFEE HOUSE CONFESSIONS, a chapbook of 26 poems by Ellaraine Lockie. A poem from the collection is featured below.

IN THE PRIVACY OF PUBLIC

Two women sit silent
surrounded by the clamor of the coffee shop
Matching shades of sandy blonde hair
The same sea-green eyes
Except the younger pair
stare through rims red as coral
into some far-off horizon
The light in them drowned
 
Beacons in the older set
Her hand stretched
across the table stroking the other woman’s
folded arm that holds up her chin
Only one blink when saltwater eyes
are dabbed with a napkin
 
The ice in one glass has melted
Coffee across from it would be cold
Yet the rubbing does not ebb
Something horrible here that can be alluded to
only through an umbilical cord
And perhaps only in the privacy of public

Note: Silver Birch Press will publish Coffee House Confessions by Ellaraine Lockie in November 2012.

Cover photo: Nick Warzin, nickwarzin.com