Conversations
A Poem by Kolten Slaughter
We sat down at the coffee shop,
inhaling that crisp New Haven air.
It’s 12:40am in the morning
and I’m on my second cup
of coffee —
Asking questions we already
knew the answers to.
It’s cold but I like it.
The leaves are crackling
But I don’t mind.
Questions laughed at us,
And cooled our coffee.
Our laughs were on fire —
we already knew the
answer.