Friday, October 23, 2009
Coffee
Coffee stains my fat yellow mug with dried dark brown drip stains. I drink it anyway.
I should start my day, but I sit here stalling like a nine-year old who's too tired to admit that it's time to go to bed.
Stubborn little shit.
Brush your teeth.
Don't forget your back teeth.
And wash behind your ears with soap and a washcloth.
You smell.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
A Wise Friend
A wise friend is akin to a book of old wisdom. A book of bone and soul and skin. A book that breathes and speaks and eats. A book with a so...
-
I want you to be free someone who is heard and seen a child who is free. I want you to feel to move through every emotion witnessing your...
-
I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ...
-
In my denim skirt, floral blouse and old olive-green flats, I sit beside Scott in a small glass bank office. We are applying for our first...
Thats my life!! Except he just turned 10.
ReplyDelete