By: Debleena Majumdar Drenched, soaking, I enter the café, My pocket empty of notes. “A grande latte, Make that a large” “Cash or card?” “A poem, actually.” “I’ll pay with a poem” She stares at me, I need that coffee. I…
By: Debleena Majumdar Drenched, soaking, I enter the café, My pocket empty of notes. “A grande latte, Make that a large” “Cash or card?” “A poem, actually.” “I’ll pay with a poem” She stares at me, I need that coffee. I…