I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

An Oldie


A young woman sitting alone
sips from a coffee cup with a chipped rim.

The coffee tastes acidic, 
bitter,
and faintly soapy.

Inside the cup, a brown film floats.

Though she takes extra care not to spill,
coffee is already crusting in the saucer.

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