About a year ago, I was obsessed with trying to work a certain line into a piece -“Trying to find god in our coffee”. I didn’t really even have some kind of concrete idea of what I meant by it, subtly or overtly – I just really liked the way it sounded as an opening. Ended up writing an entire long form piece with that line as the hook, but I can’t help but feel like I didn’t quite do it justice, especially given the writer I think I was a year ago.
It’s a real good thing no one heard the poem save for a group of bleary eyed college kids at a 6 PM poetry workshop. Keeping it tucked in my back pocket until I really feel some lines that can hold it up.