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Warning: Suicide attempt. It’s difficult to try to remember what was going through my mind that Thursday night. It’s mostly unsorted in bits and pieces. The two days before that my mind had start...
There are chopsticks in my chocolate milk in Dear coffee
And a bed on the floor in the living room. There are three pillows, crunched together, a few folds of golden wrapped condoms, and a cat curled up on a fuzzy, white, blanket that M’s grandmother g...
To the hat on the table: in Dear coffee
I wear you a lot. I never thought of myself as a hat-wearer, but it seems that I’ve become one. It’s the burning sun that’s been all the trouble. I can’t really remember where I bought you, hat… ...
Dear pears, in Dear coffee
You don’t feel like ripe pears, but Flower says she had one of you at lunch and you were definitely ready to be eaten. I took two apples from the box, as well, even though I don’t particularly ca...
Tea in the foggy morning. in Dear coffee
I should probably take a stroll in the cemetery to start my day off with some light endorphins. Now that M has taken on some of the house work, I can focus on more important matters. Only, I hav...
Dear Coffee, in Dear coffee
Your acid stench makes my stomach churn. Perhaps I should have some wine. Rose’ it is, then… Perfect! It’s fresh and crisp and sweet. I enjoy it, though it might not be the best choice considerin...
