ASWhat is the obsession with the neverending cup?
The delightful froth and middle-tier bitter gone before the sweetest, the final, sip has a chance to affect. It sits there, untouched, covered over by more frothing bitterness, left under half of it the second or third time around. Even grits and grounds mingling, gravity having sent them with the syrup, aren’t given a chance to flatten on a tongue, and solve unrequited distaste, to quiet the qualms of an over-frothing soul that wishes to be consoled. But why - why the neverending cup? Why do they never face the cinnamon spattered wax, the ground? Are they trying to escape, bodies wrapped in caramel chains, slowly licking away? Wanting to be free, but to hold on a while longer, to the freedom oppression brings, the freedom of facing no responsibilities, of facing no realities, of neglecting chewy coffee grinds, sipping only cream. |
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