There is no Such Thing as Coffee

I drink rose-flavored 
Milk then go back 
to coffee

breathe wisteria river air
never burn
because the spf is so 
good and right

I didn’t understand anything in Nicole 
Kidman’s Isabel Archer
at 14 
but I did 
feel her feelings 
entomb them 

It would be romantic
to think 	
		I foresaw a future 
in James’ full-color novel 
I will quit that 
shit and say 

later, I understood 
Isabel in fact 
and form 

	But if my life were Campion’s film
I’d be Shelley Duvall
Funny-faced , lumpy hat small dog in tow