Camus’ Coffee
Cameron Tricker
Pondering on a precipice, mug-lip
of a porcelain cosmos.
Could acquiesce to gravity’s pull,
let things run their course.
Coveted dissolution,
composite granules finally part.
No.
It is an untruth that we
come into this life alone.
We emerge, intertwined,
from pulpy inflorescence.
My pain is the world’s,
one and the same.
I am the merchant
in the opium den.
I am the perishables
in the Foodbank.
I am the Mother made
to choose.
I am.
And I will drink this acrid
liquid.
And live.
Cameron Tricker
Cameron Tricker is a writer from the same town as Thomas Paine. His poetry can be found with Ink Sweat & Tears, The Gentian, DUMBO Press and more. His debut chapbook, New Modalities, is out in June with Boats Against the Current.