Tips of fingers touch
While reaching for my coffee.
I jerk and it drops.
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Kari McLeese
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vellaabout 11 hours ago in Psyche
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Relatable!! 😅
worst thing ever! love this! you have a new subscriber!
Great haiku! Poor coffee!
oops