the life you savor may be your own
faced decaf deficit - are you sitting down? - the last bean fell through the cracks between slats while calmly i repotted my second favorite houseplant. jade. jade. it's all jade. jade is the only plant i don't accidentally kill in my ignorance of all things botanical.
the urge comes on slowly. a face appears in my mind, an urge to reach for my phone. i sit on my hands and stare at the cooling coffee and then i turn my gaze inwards, fixate on the face. sitting on my hands and fixating on the face. remembering the shy grin. remembering my chagrin. rubbing my beard-less chin, un-chafed because those kisses landed on my ear and not my face, not my lips.
i drink my decaf and try not to think too much.
the urge comes on slowly. a face appears in my mind, an urge to reach for my phone. i sit on my hands and stare at the cooling coffee and then i turn my gaze inwards, fixate on the face. sitting on my hands and fixating on the face. remembering the shy grin. remembering my chagrin. rubbing my beard-less chin, un-chafed because those kisses landed on my ear and not my face, not my lips.
i drink my decaf and try not to think too much.