117.

I have been collecting
photographs of cream
as it is poured into coffee.
The moments after the dive,
before they are fully merged,
before they become inseparable
by silver spoons,
a phenomenon
you would take
great pleasure in.
      Your honor,
      I would like to present these images
      as evidence
      that I know you better than anybody.
In your kitchen,
at the bed and breakfast,
at Rosie's bakery, at the diner
on Holland
two blocks from my apartment.
Where do you begin
your mornings now?