I don’t often distinguish between my poems that are based on real experience or straight up fiction. However, I feel compelled to admit that this one is utterly non-fiction. I treated myself to a tea at this great coffee shop that’s quickly becoming my go-to place for a cup-o-joe, and the next thing I knew I’d written this poem.
Cheers to Picasso’s in good ol’ St. Charles and cheers to Wednesdays.
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
One of those coffee mornings?
No matter where your go – to place may be. I do believe everyone needs a place they can use to let go of feelings, emotions, or simply the events of the day.
I completely agree. Thanks for reading!
Bravo, great poem
Thank you, again!