Café Olé

Café Olé

I fought a cup of coffee the other day.
It was the biggest fight of the century,
and it made me one of the boldest Matadores de Café
of all time.

I used the same red Christmas napkin I always use,
leftover from that time Aunt Jennifer came over
when I was three
and I'd shoved it up my nose
along with a pea and a popsicle stick
just to see if it would all fit.

My mom never approved
of my having café fights in the living room
--she had a nice white rug--
but café fights energized me like none other,
and I just couldn't give them up.

This fight though,
it was different than any of my other café fights.
I fought a bold café bravo.

Long story short,
it was hot-tempered and full of bitter resentment
after the barista left it in a tank for seven hours
and it had all but turned into an alcoholic beverage.

It took fifteen minutes,
but I finally won
and shouted café olé !
as I finished the café off
and flourished my red napkin,

The other people in the coffee shop just stared.

They must have boring lives.

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