By Payton Kuhn
This is for the beans steaming in the corner
The slow rumble and drip of the filtered water
Plopping into the glass pot below
Sometimes you are dressed
In a thick and shiny bow
Mixed with milk and sugar
Topped with caramel and chocolate
Just one mug and you enslave
An entire army with your taste
For the spell you cast is strong
And, oh, so hard to resist
You shake skulls and rattle bones
Insisting that you are depended on
Each and every day
For you are the first longing
When rolling out of bed
And the comfort in the evening
When supper is digesting
You are the timeless shackles
Made of burning liquid
Tightly binding and sinking into
Wealthy, weary, but all hungry minds
Who choose to become your captive
So you can become the wizard of time
Payton Kuhn is a sophomore majoring in forensic biology and minoring in creative writing. She likes to read, travel, and meet new people. Her favorite tv show is “Friends,” and she loves finding new places to go hiking. It’s on her bucket list to go hike Mount Nittany this summer!