fictional poetry (pt.1)

The way you like your coffee
Hold the cream, two teaspoons of sugar please

The time signature you follow as you make each step
Movement between the 4/4 and the 5/4

The grimace on your face
First thing in the morning
As you pinch and squirm into reality

The strangely geometrical shape your hair grows into
After denying the barber of a timely visit

Little things
Minuscule details to a drama-free life
Are all I need to get by