I need a cup of coffee now, not an ordinary cup, shade-grown, fair-trade, pH-balanced, a cup of coffee that lifts me up but doesn't make me nervous, the kind of coffee that can't be bought in stores and can't fit inside a drip machine, coffee that complements and perhaps even enhances my love life, a coffee...
that is not even offered on late night TV, a coffee roasted to satisfy a visionary, and ground so as not to offend a poet, a coffee that needs to be imported using various ruses including the re-engineering of women's foundation undergarments, a coffee that suggests its own container, the right cup, the perfect cup, small, although filled to imply riches and abundance through its sheen and viscosity, oil-black and with jewel-like reflective qualities, bringing the day to an awakening from which I will never return, and delivering me to the still point in the center of the universe.
That's the kind of cup of coffee I want.