change my mind

identified by drink more than by 
name, and espresso caffeine isn’t the 
only kind of morning 
rush, it is saying my name like 
brush strokes and getting 
lost after swimming the wrong 
stream, down, and no one ever expects to end 
up in today’s version of 
here, but here 
you are: with a friend’s 
dr pepper robitussin americano, and another’s 
iced cappuccino, and still trying to coin 
flip between two kinds of 
beans, as if Jack really believed in all this 
magic. and 

maybe it’s time we round our 
backs, cat stretch 
forwards, 
slouch, cave in-
wards. yesterday 

I was sniper 
centered on north pole 
things. today is equator 
different, all kinds of fireplace 
warm and no blister 
burns. and maybe 
​
Jack was magic bean 
right instead of asylum not right in other 
places, and maybe it’s Apollo really 
bright here, not just an Iris hallucination 
lie. and, dr stranger mouths, “how 
will you know if you never try” 
-out, train for decathlon-like 
death, it’s not caving 
in if you’re expected to Pokemon 
​trainer put up a bloody good fight.