“On Becoming Bitter”
Sunday, November 13th, 2005It was sad really, that so little had made me cry.
It was sad that the broken cappucino machine was what
finally, inexorably tipped my salty cups and let the tears slide
over the rim.
And that was the moment, I can pinpoint it.
Like a beacon it stands out against the pale
night on the ocean.
The winds have shifted.
Flags, wet […]