Coffee Talk.

Nothing is coming to your mind today. Maybe it’s because you had a weird dream about your college roommate’s boyfriend from Arizona and you don’t know how to tell her he’s probably cheating.   How rude of you to let your subconscious skip town, border hop a few states and spy on some stranger dry humping his cleaning lady. You’d …

YOU.

  We’ve reached our witching hour.   I can’t remember the last time I had a full night sleep. Sometimes I search for constellations in your popcorn ceiling. Anything to make me feel like I’m not here. Here. Shoulder snug with your arrangement of pillows and stuffed animals. Here. Arms pinned above my head, wrists extended, fingers jammed against your …