random happenings, thoughts


Coffee spills

3 hours after it’s made,

it stains.

A misshapen relinquished blob

stays damp until it dries

But when it dries it stays

scrub at it all you want, bleach the hell out of it but–

too bad.

The coffee is brown and now another is too.

It won’t go away–but

why would it?

why would you want it to?

Wear the shirt,

it’s yours even if the coffee’s gone;

it’s stained.

It’s there.


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