Treasure Island

Devanshi Khetarpal

(17th March 1999 / Bhopal)

Teaspoonful


Twinning
Times are
Brimming.
Coffee sinks.
I drown.

Married
The man
Sitting
On the
Next table.

One
Coffee bean
Heartbeat
Fallen to
The ground.

Played
Two truths
And
A lie
With Spoon.

Cups,
Foamy innards
And
The scent
Of mouths.

Pictures
Hang on
The wall.
They don't
Like the floor.

Behind
The counter,
Something
Boils. You
Don't know what.

Footsteps,
Step out
Of
Quincunxes of
Coffee- unfinished.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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