And I Would
And I would have a thick squashy scarf around my neck
and I would wear a marigold sweater
and the smell of the air would be buttery
and the texture of the air would be crunchy
and I would walk into a crumbling brick coffee house, strung with bulb lights and cobwebs
and I would order from a barista with thick glasses and lilac hair
a caramel macchiato that would be served to me in a ceramic mug with a black cat on the side
greeting the rim with cream fluff
and I would sit on a weathered couch in the corner towards the door
pull my legs over the side, stretch and cross them in front of me
sip heat with a notebook open across my lap
stare out the window at raindrops bouncing like popcorn off shiny cracked pavement
and wish the door would open
and there you would be
R. Skye Lambert is a social worker at a hospital in New England, serving clientele with pervasive mental health diagnoses. Skye is also a musician and songwriter. You can find her on Twitter at @rskyelambert. She is probably weirder than you.