Coffee Stain Constellations

Coffee stain constellations on my desk

Yesterday’s notes curling at the edge

Little moons of sugar in the mug

I stir them slow

Watch the world fuzz

Coffee stain constellations

I trace them like I’m reading fate

Spilling all my hesitations

On a cheap napkin

On a paper plate

If the universe is random

Guess it found me anyway

In these coffee stain constellations

Making patterns out of stray

Receipt stars stuck under my shoe

Pen explodes

Makes a midnight blue bruise

You laugh once

Say “that’s very you”

Turning every mess into a view

Tilt the cup

A tiny eclipse

Steam sketches halos round your lips

Maybe meaning’s made

Not found

In the rings we leave behind on this cracked tabletop playground