At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair. [...]
Tag: drink
Grounds (a poem)
Ah, coffee! Tasty and inspiring… The residue collects at the bottom of the cup becoming the grit in my last swallow like accidentally drinking sand from the beach drink after the spill I rinse and I rinse but I still feel the crunch between my teeth and I wonder how to rid myself of the [...]
