#fracturedwords

Butter.

Sugar. 

And honey. 

Brewed into coffee?

Sounds yummy. 

Push the nozzle, 

Watch the steamy liquid stream 

Into my travel mug. 

I need to fill it up almost all the way. 

Add some creamer and a packet of sugar. 

Take a sip and my nose wrinkles,

“Blech!”

Okay. 

More sugar, more creamer, 

Make it taste better, 

Not bitter. 

This was not a good choice. 

Suffer through the sips since it’s paid for. 

Keep adding to it til it’s a high rush. 

Eat a cookie in between. 

Sleep is for the weak I suppose. 

Uncharted territory.

Explain the random tracks

Inside my brain. 

A graveyard to all that could be.

Or simply a thought that needed to be 

Remembered temporarily.

A parking spot in a large lot, 

A number to call that didn't bother my contacts.

Possibly a lottery sequence,

Shit, a time and place I should’ve been.

Early dreams written in jumbled dotted lists,

Wishful thoughts of discovering.

Stories planned down to the minuscule details.

Characters without names, but have faces.

That recipe to try that doesn’t get

close to the kitchen table. A link to a DIY,

A creative outlet that gets ignored.

Jotted down.

Never referenced again.

A point of reality

that fade

Into the gigs of my