CuriositiesA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)there are days when I forget how you left me wilting in the rain - a doll in wet stockings outside that café on Left Street that served
the World’s Best Coffee we both knew it tasted bitter, as we skimmed the surface with our spoons and relegated the grounds to cheap white napkins (skim - tap - skim - tap - silence - skim - tap) but we sipped anyway, even asked for refills, because there was always a table by the window, and we could watch kids dodging raindrops in the park, instead of straining words from lost mouths there are days when I forget, how you were just like that sharp coffee - a supposed-to-be that required tools and imagination to hit my tongue with some semblance of satisfaction but today I remember, and the weak tea inside this oversized cup tastes curiously of spiced freedom © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on October 23, 2013Last Updated on October 23, 2013 AuthorGirl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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