chaos
noise
the clattering and clanging
of so much life

hustle and bustle
snowy day hot bevvies
and weekend catch-ups

steam wand against the milk pitcher
chairs cross the concrete floor
joyous salutations
heated, impassioned debates

A thriving community spot
but I hear it all
all at once, all as one
can’t filter, can’t tune out
can’t process the ruckus in my brain

It makes my skin hurt