instant coffee

she laughs
at my instant
coffee. really,
she says, that's
all you have.
no bags of
exotic beans
and blends
from columbia,
or brazil, or
someplace else
where the earth
is hot and
begins to
bend. no fancy
machine for
espresso, no
percolating here
for me. nope, i
tell her, that's
it. you could
always get dressd
and go get us
some. but it's
pretty cold
out there
this time of
night. so
how would you
like it dear.
she thinks for
a second then
says, i like
instant too.
no sugar and
just a little
cream, please.