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Coffee Alone


by P.R. Mercado


And pity us, this generation of sighing:
Our coffee is expensive, and we must
speak to one another through a membrane 
of insincerity: Society is our body bag. 
So cry for me. I am ready to die today,
have been ready this morning,
will be ready tonight, tomorrow, 
ready even after I am already dead:
Ready now more than ever. 
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