In lieu of a really good cup of coffee — self too lazy to change out of her pajamas — this
(That’s the beauty of being a writer. One can indeed “live vicariously” — lol!):
ESPRESSO (an excerpt)
The black coffee they serve outdoors
among tables and chairs gaudy as insects.
Precious distillations
filled with the same strength as Yes and No.
It’s carried out from the gloomy kitchen
and looks into the sun without blinking.
In the daylight a dot of beneficent black
that quickly flows into a pale customer.
Self is the pale customer. She is so pale because she has been holed up in her room for approx. one week!
Stay tuned.