A Visit From My Bastard Muse- June 12, 2007 Each morning it's the same I stand across the counter the promise of wakefulness fill my senses deliver me from my fogginess of mind oh great cup of Joe. As Henri takes my $2 and across the counter she pushes back a nickel it's then it hits me I leave the nickel on the counter, my discarded emotion affection. "I don't need you", I say read morehttp://www.groovebunny.com/blog/node/672 |