Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

If you were coffee 

I wouldn’t live my life 

in a coffee shop 

getting my fix 

on your beans. 

Public lust isn’t my thing. 

Allow me 

some deluxe delusions. 

Allow me to uncork you 

in the middle 

of days that rattle like Coke cans, 

blow through alleys like old Sunday tabloids, 

so I can steal a whiff, 

a whiff, no more, 

of your crazy liquor. 

Decant into my hipflask. Settle down in my pocket. Stay illicit.