Editor’s Note: Jake Orbison was a semi-finalist
for the 2019 
Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest.


 
FOR KEURIG®
 
The light begins its dutiful patrol of the street.
          It breaks into homes without a word,
easing the bodies out of their dispossession.
          Now we’re on a mission—to show coffee
drinkers it’s time to wake up—with Keurig.
          No matter how you make it—no matter
what size, shape, or color—make today count.
          No matter what the songbirds say,
every day can be a special day. And if it seems
          they are always singing the same song,
trust whatever small innovations they’ve made
          only they can hear. They cheer you along
your morning walk through the botanical gardens,
          Tracy Towers hovering above, like fears
of the trees. See how simple the process
          can be: select latte with one touch.
Make sure you have secured your favorite
          flavor capsule into place, and filled
the aerolatte frother to the desired level—
          careful not to overemphasize the milk.
Your mother bought one for your grandmother.
          She uses it as a kettle. Everything happens
faster now, she says. Even boiling water.
          Her mother, when they arrived here,
got a job in a factory sewing together the petals
          of artificial flowers. Her father sorted
skins and furs by color for a coat manufacturer.
          But—she always reminds you—like
your uncle, like your brother, he was colorblind.
          That’s why he was so good at it, see?
The colors themselves could not distract him
          from their contrast, the lighter and the darker.
She practiced English in her diary on the way
          here. We left Germany and Europe, it says.
I am sad about it. We are traveling 15 of us
          on the Portuguese cargo ship Motomar.
We are on the ocean and we are in the huge storm.
           The captain forbids us to leave the cabins.
My mom has been green seasick for 17 days.
          Then the ship docked. The war won.
Their skin returned again to a normal color.
          Later, she became a language teacher.
Her daughter, your mother, is a lawyer, and you
           a historian of corporate marketing techniques.
But of course the market is no more a tradition
          than death is a tradition, atavistic, cyclical.
A certain pride in colorblindness runs in the family,
         as the family business is still sorting the hides.

Putting odd likenesses together to state
          a kind, a whole, no matter what shape, size, 
or color. Tobacco, rum, gunpowder, gold.
          Customizable features can make it your own.
Enjoy 400 varieties from 60 brands you know
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This town counts on your cup. That’s why
          we pour a portion of every purchase back
into our growing communities. So go on.
          Brew the love. So smart. So simple. So Keurig.
 
 
 
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          The elevator door splits at its center,
like, goodbye tough decisions, hello
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The stoop outside the brownstone
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