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.