we can measure our life in coffee spoons

and the next thing we know 

we’re eight coffees deep at four in the morning 

we can feel our thoughts shocking our brains 

a physical jolt reminding us we’re alive 

the clouds look like the cats they’re pretending to be

the seagirls are humming about killer whales and the chains around their fins 

after eight cups of coffee 

we are the universe 

the universe disturbed by the world 

left with nothing but sugar and the disease of humanity 

we are a universe disturbed by consciousness