A., the atypical drifter laughs
at my nervous tick-tick habit
which consists of drinking steamed milk
in a posh cafe served by a gruppy waitress
proudly displaying the plantar warts
clustered all over her meaty palms
as she pours cellophane coffee.
I drink the sweet steam
late nights to sleep
induced by an alcoholic roommate
who threatens me in his blackouts.
My daily habit reminds A.
of India later nights
and stretched out
on dusty tongues
where only the strongest of men
drink milk steamed.
And if the milk man likes you
he’ll scoop you with an elongated spoon
some of the baked skin on top
the faster you drink it, the tougher you are
but women never wander
Andrea DeAngelis is at times a poet, writer, shutterbug and musician living in New York City. Andrea sings and plays guitar in the indie rock band MAKAR (http://www.makarmusic.com). They are in the midst of recording their 3rd album Fancy Hercules, which is the weirdest one yet. When she cannot sleep she tweets about contracting fatal insomnia. Her writing has appeared in Tin House’s blog The Open Bar, Sententia, 2 AM Project and Umbrella Factory.