Coffee, no coffee?
What does this hangover want me to do?
Last night was glorious!
But today, nam man mot leaw - gas is empty.
Still, I dance,
Sit in the sun writing,
Working towards my dream of
Me, I want water.
(Day 5 response for the August Writing Challenge. The prompt was: Coffee)
Chicago-born citizen of the globe, rich in the things that really matter. Let's get weird.