The Ethiopian coffee is dripping then it starts to rush
when I move the filter and suddenly it cascades with noise
and I am waiting on it to unfill
so that I can calmly wipe the plate
and then enjoy a cup of strange dissidence.
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...