30 nov 2018, Coffee Geek & Friends

Flat White.


Auditioning for the part of the

perpetual try-out.

People rush by me

and my hollow references

and my one good, pressed white shirt

and my beginner's blowout and makeup.

No one offers me any water

or coffee

or tea

or a shoulder to lean on.

No one ever slips me a bonus

for being so forgiving

to this selfish city.

I keep on trucking

in a very elegant way, of course,

counting my skills and the rest of my

patience.



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