Coffee, Drown My Shame

It’s a shame coffee can’t drown embarrassment.

Caffeine and beans devouring my shame.

I don’t know what’s been wrong

Or what couldn’t have been said.

With each pour of creamer

And each spoonful of sugar,

It would have been nice to feel as if

This distress could be digested simultaneously.

This self-doubt going down the drain

Into the unknown pipe system

Along with the dirty dishwater.

Or if a brillo pad could cleanse me

Just as well as it does a casserole dish.

Wiping away the grease and grime

That has accumulated inside my head.