[[!meta title="I like my women like I like my coffee..."]] [[!meta date="2007-12-30T22:46:00"]] [[!meta updated="2007-12-30T22:46:00"]] [[!tag "creative writing" lists]]

I like my women like I like my coffee…

hot and black
light and sweet
Ethiopian
in the morning, in bed
simple and earthy, but with exciting, nutty undertones
tall, non-fat
hand-picked from among the finest in the world
in the kitchen
raised on the shady slopes of the South American countryside
shared among several coworkers at the office
artificially sweet, cold as ice
intensely, but without ever admitting dependency
from a small, independent and communally operated farm
in my lap, as I scream out violently, clutching my genitals in agony
bitter, possibly older than originally believed
in the car, on the way to work, not like a lazy gold-digging bitch, Diane!
full of vodka
cheap, available on various street-corners in the wee hours of the morning
covered in whipped cream and chocolate sauce... what?
the product of hasty and distracted teenagers, brought into the world with little fanfare and abandoned without so much as a name
…in the sense that I don’t actually find myself that interested in coffee these days, and that I think I might maybe like to start drinking tea…