Coffee Break

By Maryanne Frederick

Of all the places
You’d think I’d forget her,
It should’ve been
The kitchen.

She hated to cook
And never did the dishes
But she made such
Damn fine coffee.

Yet every morning I
Get up and pretend
To see her at the counter,

Making us that coffee.
Perhaps I see her there
Because I’m still sleeping
On the couch, not yet ready

To face our empty bed.

Damn.


This “Coffee Break” poem was actually inspired by a painting I saw about a woman in a kitchen. I like playing with the idea that things are never about what they seem to be on the surface.