A Cup of Joe


A cup of joe

before I die,

is all I ask.

My lungs so full

of death,

You let me breathe,
by your spear
suction off my humanity

I want to die,

I’ve fought too long


let me have

one last smoke,

if not,
then at least a cup of joe
a doctor came

without MD next to his name

unsteady hand

short white coat
my doctor
with a cup of joe
finally now I am relieved
can die

Micah Young, Class of 2001