To The Appalachian Girl I Think About, Sitting In An Indie Coffee Shop, Drinking Water & Writing Poetry...
after Rudy Francisco
The barista & I know each other by name. Well that’s not entirely true. We all know each other so well that my first name is a large water with no ice please. & I sit behind my computer while Morrison watches baristas press & tamp espresso—drips slow as molasses. The Appalachian girl & I know each other by name. Well that’s not entirely true. I know he…
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