Refills

push.
as cold, metallic, smooth, smoothes over
over what?
what brim, what foaming cup thrust into a tilted
waiting
waiting
waiting
mouth a second too late, so it cascades over the side
white foam on a white cup
champagne in a paper cup?
no it isn't.
it's your mind, didn't you know
too full
so let it spill.
form a sticky puddle on the table.
or on the air.
then snap fast for a refill.

and cold creeps up your finger
sinking
sinking
a letter imprinted under your nail
you hold it up to the light
and then

push.
and that white foam
is on the screen
that fills up your squinting eyes.

-Amrita Mishra