by Jackson Ferrell
She wakes up cold, while it’s still dark out. She puts one frozen waffle in the toaster and starts brewing coffee. While the waffle cooks, she eats a banana, and while the coffee brews, she eats the waffle. In the car, she drinks the coffee.
The coffee tastes like dirt. It always tastes like dirt.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
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