sunday june 20

there’s an unfamiliar winter morning sunning my lazy bones. an addict, i need another coffee. i relish being switched off and it’s all-wrapping quiet. sighing breaths coat my lungs thicker than i can or care (don’t want) to remember. my back hurts. i need another, another coffee. make this one ristretto, double and burnt. for every thousand festivals, there’s one solemn day.

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