Coffee Shop Blues
by Lia!
I remember the soft cookie dough between my fingers: Knead, knead, eat some, then Twist each separated part, I twist into what we now call coffee shop blues. A melody plays in my head Though my hands are freezing, I am kept warm by my mother’s blessings. Even when I am sleeping, I am awake to the patterns that form nets and cages. I spill … Read More Coffee Shop Blues
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