The Last Day for Coffee Drinking
Response to the Daily Special prompt for October 28
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Oct 28, 2021
My hands won’t always grip the cup, my stomach
deflated, a sad balloon, will hold only broth and JELL-O.
My last day of drinking coffee will be my last
day of being me. Afterward, just a ghost
contained in flesh, watching the clock, my ticket
wrinkled, in and out of my pocket, as I double-check
the departure information. You see, my thoughts are
contained in the cup. When it goes, I go.
