Tuesday, February 08, 2005

The Tip of my Brain

I was trying to remember something. At the kitchen table, that first cup of coffee in front of me sat ignored. Did I dream it? Was it from my checkered past? Or from my unblemished future? Lost in thought, I missed my mouth with the coffee cup. Hot coffee in my crotch brought me back to the here and now. Damn. It was on the tip of my brain.

No comments: