10:03 pm / 06.10.03

sun fades through the

window frame

sinking into the

pudding of the earth

a cookie in milk

all the day I breathe

in out in

again and again

in and out


fifty cents for coffee cream

and black drip double shot

coppying too dark

too dark for light

working labors

hard and quick

and steadying my hands

hard shots on crooked fingers

thick knuckles

and wet slimey hair

supported by the smell of clorine

and adrenaline

just breathing

exhaling and counting breathes

wind made white with

breathe smoke

It's unseasonaly cold

Ben Stien serves me coffee

black and hot and bitter beautiful

I feel quite jewish today

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