When I allow myself to be in coffee shops
Without my music and sense of sameness
I allow the world to enter me
In many nonconsensual ways
I feel the fear of the barista, perhaps a tough relationship with her boss
Or maybe tension around making her rent
I feel the little boy's boredom
Shoved in a corner while the adults talk
I see the disappointment on a first date and all of a sudden it's mine
And I too am disappointed, but with my delicious meal
And the music, so often a yearning quality, gets into my mind
And soon I have 8 legs and 2 stomachs
And I want all sorts of things that I have no need for
But I often forget to bring my headphones
And my phone is almost dead
As is the nature of ADHD
So a coffee shop is rarely a sweet moment, the beautiful threesome of tea, computer and person.
But a cacophony of feelings and needs
None of which are my own
Perhaps tomorrow
I will tuck my earbuds into my bag
And find them by surprise when sitting down in a coffee shop
But that doesn't seem to be the kind of person I'm growing into.
Without my music and sense of sameness
I allow the world to enter me
In many nonconsensual ways
I feel the fear of the barista, perhaps a tough relationship with her boss
Or maybe tension around making her rent
I feel the little boy's boredom
Shoved in a corner while the adults talk
I see the disappointment on a first date and all of a sudden it's mine
And I too am disappointed, but with my delicious meal
And the music, so often a yearning quality, gets into my mind
And soon I have 8 legs and 2 stomachs
And I want all sorts of things that I have no need for
But I often forget to bring my headphones
And my phone is almost dead
As is the nature of ADHD
So a coffee shop is rarely a sweet moment, the beautiful threesome of tea, computer and person.
But a cacophony of feelings and needs
None of which are my own
Perhaps tomorrow
I will tuck my earbuds into my bag
And find them by surprise when sitting down in a coffee shop
But that doesn't seem to be the kind of person I'm growing into.
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