An old favorite of mine when I first started writing poetry, and one of my first performance poems, as well as the very first poem I turned into a poster; I give you “Rebound”
Rebound is how to compare men to not only coffee, but breakfast food.
You didn’t make my coffee right
It’s okay, no one ever does
Not even him
Eventually, he gave up
And started our mornings with tea instead
You’re less picky about your eggs too.
He’d cook, then throw away three
eggs before he was satisfied,
Leaving one perfectly blanched egg
Worthy of my breakfast,
Served on a bed of homemade hash browns
You take the largest pan you can find,
And whatever is in the fridge.
You just make an omelet
Then you cut it in half,
Not because you’re lazy,
But to share
You don’t make my coffee right.
You don’t make tea before I wake up.
You don’t even like eggs that much.
It’s okay, I don’t either.
But I do like good coffee.