sometimes i need a second coffee

you may not
know this
but there’s a moment,
a cosmic
roll of the dice,
that sets up
a potentially
life altering
cataclysmic folding
of the known
fabric of reality,
just after
the last sip,
when i truly believe
that the universe
hangs precariously
in existential balance
between two possibilities-
should i have
one more cup
or not?