It is a late August morning sipping on my third cup of coffee
my gut says enough, but I keep drinking; lukewarm security.
Tomatoes, sweet corn, pan fried ground beef – dinner I thought,
it will be a good day, simple undefined life; the sun flakes
through the wooden blinds. Leaves- still green, barely a movement- the light flickers,
calm in contrast to dining room overhead.
There is a tap on my left shoulder; annoying. The produce stand, then the market after dressing, after another cup of security.
The shadowed light tells me not to ignore the tapping – I will not acknowledge it.
I have a plan, it taps again. Refusing to look – another cup of java, its not Starbuck’s, thank God, I hate Starbuck’s, I hate sameness and I hate this tapping.
I look up at the window, words; letters fade in and out of the filtered light.
“What do you want from me”, I screamed,” leave me alone.” They point to my shoulder, the tapping is intolerable. I grasp my cup, the word JOY
streams across the front, surrounded by peppermint candies, a present from my sister last Christmas, it’s a Starbuck’s cup. It is empty.
Turning to the left I give in – the words win.