a poorly written essay on operant conditioning

Bitter, black

blistering heat.

Swirling streams

of steam and

Tick-tocks,

droopy, dopey lids,

Cracking bones

and Splitting eggs.

6 am,

all over again.

[alternate ending

It tingles,

It stings

the Taste of 6 am,

all over again. ]

After a couple hours of frustration over being a waitress and feeling like a failed writer I decided to sit down and just write. Blank, nada. So I looked at my coffee and said, just write about coffee. So I did, and I like it. I think maybe I’ll do a whole hour/time of day series. We’ll see…

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