to begin a day
rise leave the bedten steps to the kitchenfill the red kettleturn on the burnerrinse the French pressslice an orangesteep the coffeesit at the crossroads...
rise leave the bedten steps to the kitchenfill the red kettleturn on the burnerrinse the French pressslice an orangesteep the coffeesit at the crossroads...
— there is a grim loneliness in a coffee shop on a November afternoon: two doing crossword puzzles, their wheeled-walkers stationed by their table; ...
-posted with permission My friend is dying and I can’t get things right, can’t get emotion right, can’t get grief right, the duration right, the proximity right...