Coffee

She had no special
liking for the
dirty and earthy taste
of coffee
And yet, she drank
cup after cup
of the dark liquid
sometimes too bitter
sometimes too sweet
and yet she savored
those last sips
when the powdered
remains that
settle at the bottom
of her mug
are forced to
travel in her system
swimming in the last sip
of warm liquid
caught in a tornado
created by her
swirling of the cup
so she could feel
the dusty remnants
scrape against
her aching
throat.