Coffee High

I was too busy to eat that summer

Married to Peter

Going to classes

And figuring out the logistics of having an affair with a

Graduate student

Whose wife was pregnant.

To save time I drank tall glasses of

Ice coffee with five spoonfuls of sugar sifted

Down to the bottom.

You had better believe

I was brimming with energy.

One day the graduate student and I drove to the Skyview Motel

Across the George Washington Bridge in New Jersey

A run down place and

As soon as we entered our room

I flung myself at him so vigorously that he

Cried out in pain. Oh sorry I murmured

I think it must be all the caffeine.

About Karen To and Fro

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