all coffee grounds aside
The possibility of him being condescending now unquestioned, I stopped listening and gazed out the window with my feet propped up on the dash. His morning spark must have been energizing enough to wake him from a coma, which was the state I saw him just the day before. Twice at two different tables with his face in his hands, occasionally opening his eyes to glare at happy girls. At the depths of his caffeine crash, and sorely missing the endorphins he got from summer bike rides with rolled up jeans. Always complicating his life and telling others about it, he never would have been able to enjoy the simple morning of mine. Elbow nudges and hand holding: too elementary . Everybody understands the words blueberry donut and coffee. But all coffee grounds aside, I'll pick him apart 'til he bleeds just trying to understand him.