He hardly spoke a word in the morning,
neither to his wife nor to his daughter;
The coffeemaker has malfunctioned.
A jar of instant coffee sits close by,
his saving grace,
The refrigerator is stocked with
cartons of fresh lady milk,
Innocent white milk frothing,
boiling on an aged, adulterated stove;
a cold business transaction.
A soft protein layer forms atop the milk;
stretches over a dark,
guilty cup of caffeine.