these thoughts percolate, a fresh pot of some homebrew, blonde roast sitting, steaming in a chipped cup that’s seen better days. better days before its handle needed mending, before clotted adhesive molted out of the base, glossed over with a poor attempt of camouflage. Advertisements
Categories: Stream of Consciousness
Tagged: first draft, journal entry, Poem, rough draft, Somebody to Love, unfinished, Valerie June