Body By Numbers.

i count my teeth with my tongue sliding it over each surface they could be cleaner i count my lashes with my eyes half-closed and blissful they could see clearer i count my breasts with your hands tight grip and whispers they could be fuller i count each breath with my lungs i stretch and […]

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The Wild Bunch.

Originally posted on Wait(er) Much like the ensemble cast of your favorite 90s sitcom, every cafe has a collection of well-known and well-loved characters. The folks you see behind the counter — expertly folding steamed milk into heart and leaf shapes, pouring coffee into your cup with one hand while magically brewing and grinding with […]

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Enter The Dragon.

Originally posted on Wait(er) Any barista worth their salt has a sixth sense for customers, developed over time. We can tell when you’re moody, difficult, a plain old bitch, or totally awesome, and adjust our service accordingly. If your friendly neighborhood coffee pusher gives you a free up-size or an extra shot of espresso, you […]

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A Flash Of Yellow.

Originally posted on Wait(er) Before the sound of coffee beans plunging to their deaths and the incessant queries of customers requesting half-sweet-soy-no-foam-no-whip-extra-hot caffe mochas and then changing their mind after you’ve painstakingly crafted their beverage, there is peace in my cafe. We open at six, so baristas are scheduled to begin work at five-thirty. Thanks […]

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Grandmother.

One finger laced to another The quiet snap of gas between bone as they fold together A road-map of journeys internal Translucent blue, meandering Pronounced against silken paper skin Brittle, dry, fragile yet strong Encasing a vibrant soul that hasn’t aged Still the body fails it Betrayed to the endless embrace Of the deepest sleep […]

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How To Burn A Bridge.

Originally posted on my friend’s writing website. The link is no longer active but I wanted to share this anyway. It has always been oddly disconcerting to see my entire life squared away in cardboard boxes and dull black garbage bags. I’ve moved thirty times in twenty years and the sight of a bare apartment […]

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I Am The Sea.

In my darkest crevices, he whispered Tongue-snake slithering across his lips Soft breaths betraying sharper words across my skin Myself I gave him like a gift He blossomed like a flower inside my body Every petal unfurling like a scream My tears the rain to feed the earth beneath us My cries the wind to […]

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