Two spoons, late night
Roasted beans and water.
Twelve cups, two mugs
Bitter beans and water.
Ringing bells, a rumpled coat
“Good evening, Sarah!”
Was everything alright?
Well sure, but was Margie here?
No not yet, wait a while, have a cup.
Two spoons, a stove
Roasted beans and water.
Ten cups, two mugs
Bitter beans and water.
Tapping fingers, shuffling slippers
It really was peculiar, her dressed in
Hardly just her robe way out here.
She’d been in a rush, old chap
Had to leave the house at once.
Two scoops, a cigarette
Roasted beans and water.
Eight cups, two mugs
Have you cream and sugar?
Clinking mugs, a creaking chair
She could tell him, now
It was her beau with too much drink
Don’t fret, it must have been
An accident like that.
Two scoops, a bruise
Roasted beans and water.
Six cups, two mugs
Soured cream and sugar.
Quiet sobs, trembling shoulders
“Just this once, you swear?”
No, she wouldn’t lie like that
She’d be fine, of course
Just like every morning.
Two scoops, no change
Roasted beans and water.
Four cups, two mugs
No more cream or sugar.
Murmured apologies, feeble questions
Was there somewhere she could go?
Not really, else she would.
But it would end now after all,
It was too bad, the way it was.
Two spoons, no lies
Roasted beans and water.
Two cups, two mugs
Just bitter beans and water.
Tumbling words, tired eyes
Did she need a place to stay?
What about dear old Margie?
Awe well it was fine
She sometimes would be out late.
Two spoons, bad times
Roasted beans and water.
No cups, two mugs
Bitter truth and water.
Aching back, a struggling stand
“Good God! You’re bleeding bad!”
Indeed she was, the freshest wound
Was showing through and through
Don’t mind it, dear, they always heal.
Two spoons, nine burns
Roasted beans and water
No cups, just cuts
Bitter beans and water.
Changing sheets, closing doors
“I’ll take the couch.”
That was very kind
Goodnight now, friend
We’ll fix this in the morn.
Two spoons, two lives
Roasted home and water.
No cups, no mugs
They’re better beans with sugar.
Quiet sneaks, silent lights
A propane tank turned on
The quickest light
All flame and fury, crisping those inside
The shadow in the night, fleeing from the crime.
Two spoons, sad lines,
Roasted saints and water.
No home, no love
Just bitter beans and water.
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Kathryn Brown
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