Excerpt of a Poem by Caleb Curtiss

 In the New England Review Vol. 33, No. 1 (2012):

Poem with You Drinking a Cup of Coffee 

This poem has no occasion. 

I edited that out a long time ago.
It, like a body, or like a memory,
has rebuilt itself over time:

each of its component parts
has been exchanged for newer,
more efficient ones, so that now,
when I overhear someone

saying the word “coffee,”
you are drinking a cup of coffee. 

…

The complete poem is here (except that the word “you” in the final line should be italicized.)