the coffee cup stained page

the coffee cup stained page was the last meme in my blank journal.

the watch, camera and glasses were props, a way to say everything in one frame that a lifetime of second takes hadn’t accomplished.

i’d gotten on my knees one too many times, made one too many wishes and failed miserably at accepting with grace my final hand, a hand that hadn’t been held with care in so many years that it wouldn’t recognize care if it wore a thermal glove.

the coffee was black because i knew it would evoke laughter. i never knew how to escape a day without sugar.