Growth

As my coffee cools
it leaves behind a set of rings
that record each time I took a sip
and how big a sip it was.

Between each ring
the white space in the cup
remembers my gaze
through the frosty window.

Snowflakes
fall downβ€”and up
but some, just float
because they cannot

decide
which way to go.

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Rusty 1960’s Desk Fan; Testament to Durability

Desk Fan

7:57pm. I’m sitting on my bed with my rusty 1960’s fan blowing directly on me as the heat of the day finally dissipates. Maybe the heat was part of the reason I felt so uninspired today; it has a way of getting into my head and absorbing every thought like a fat hungry mutt eating every morsel until there’s nothing left.

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