I smell coffee from my piss. It burns. Black coffee. I think it was espresso. It burns my skin. My legs. They were soft, white blue. I remembered you. How you fucked me. In a dream only. Yes, I dream about… not you. Sex. Sex with you. I’m allowed. It’s 21st century, bitch. And I drink that coffee. It’s black. Like your skin. You were no nigger but your skin was black. You were made out of coffee. I drank you all. From your bones I grinded my morning coffee. Suddenly remembered your dick. Like a dead bird you made my coffee stink. Memento mori said your skin.