Coffee Sleeve Stories

Mutualistic consuming

By Kelly Aurora Beltane

The earthy essence of a bean. Held in a pot. In hot

hands. Plants itself on tongue. For a time. I drink and let it sink

into my deep channeled nerves, like roots reaching,

stabilizing, tapping. Carnivorous coffee steam flower growing

open, trapping and consuming my buzzing desire.

Sprouted scents condensed against olfactory glands. I stretch

toward the sun. You do the same, joe. We both have, before. 

As broken down and separated grounds, as new seeds,

as those who are just waking.

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