She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row.
We are waifs and we are strays…
Closing three shifts this week at Beans, 1 down, two to go. One for sorrow, two for joy-not that counting cups is joyful. Meditative, maybe. Perhaps more narrative, actually. The theories left on tabletops-like double-shot-soy-latte-extra-milk guy, who always makes starbursts out of spilled drops of brew (like he's reminding himself the light is at the tips of his fingers, like a charm) The cluster of mugs and pencil shavings where blue-haired art girl has been all day drawing patrons. Objects in space, tense tales and minor movements. Or that one table in the corner-full glass of water, empty (epic) mug of joe as far apart as possible before falling off onto the tiles.
empty place in between where he gave her his heart
empty place in his chest where she took it and left
empty handed.
She was all he had left.
Seriously though, not all melancholy musings. Tonight, for instance, I got to make off bandito-style with the remains of the day's pies. (Not 'Remains of the Day's pies, those would be so mopey.) Anybody? Pie party? It's pumpkin-apple-blueberry-pecan-vegan cherry! One of them's got to be the favorite…Getty room 4, the one with the wind-chimes in the wind-ow.
Closing three shifts this week at Beans, 1 down, two to go. One for sorrow, two for joy-not that counting cups is joyful. Meditative, maybe. Perhaps more narrative, actually. The theories left on tabletops-like double-shot-soy-latte-extra-milk guy, who always makes starbursts out of spilled drops of brew (like he's reminding himself the light is at the tips of his fingers, like a charm) The cluster of mugs and pencil shavings where blue-haired art girl has been all day drawing patrons. Objects in space, tense tales and minor movements. Or that one table in the corner-full glass of water, empty (epic) mug of joe as far apart as possible before falling off onto the tiles.
empty place in between where he gave her his heart
empty place in his chest where she took it and left
empty handed.
She was all he had left.
Seriously though, not all melancholy musings. Tonight, for instance, I got to make off bandito-style with the remains of the day's pies. (Not 'Remains of the Day's pies, those would be so mopey.) Anybody? Pie party? It's pumpkin-apple-blueberry-pecan-vegan cherry! One of them's got to be the favorite…Getty room 4, the one with the wind-chimes in the wind-ow.