of coffee
but it's not
the coffee shop,
it's the drive thru
for a flu shot.
i can see the arms going
out the window
one by one.
the needle going in.
the swipe
of alcohol.
i feel dizzy and almost
faint.
i just wanted a grande
americano
with half and half
and two splendas.
i roll up my sleeve and
wait.
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