I’ll be off to school in Vermont.
I have exactly a month left in Denver.
I’m struggling to accept this truth. His back is against me. He’s asleep.
My ritual for the past year has been that after I purchase a book, I tuck a small flower or leaf in a page to find later. I end up forgetting and ah, I come upon the page to find the dried wonder. It’s the nicest gift. To myself.
holding a coffee cup in one fragile little hand
but she’s shaking and spills coffee on her sleeve
she apologizes for a spilt cup of coffee
and she doesn’t clean her sleeve, the coffee just runs down her arm until it hits the floor and it drips until it can’t drip anymore
and she just smiles
over a spilt cup of coffee