This is only a poem in that it is inscribed within one blog post.

Earphones?

I always though you meant earthquakes.

Well, go ahead. Pour me a cup too.

I'm trying to think of what this means and I can't think of it.

I'm not that good at keeping my legs still. The coffee, maybe.

This is only a poem in that it is inscribed within one blog post.

And though the hot sauce flows, I remain cold.

I only know poems about poems.

Which sucks, it does.