Tuesday, September 1, 2015

INSTANT COFFEE

Con-
versely,
the worst part

about 
dying—all
alone in your

mattress, 
one time—at the 
start, or maybe it's 

the end-
ing? of one—
very single and very 

long night,
the blackness 
of which you can't ever

possibly 
endeavor
to comprehend—

is also
the best 
part—of waking

up every 
single, silly,
daffy, terrible morning—namely:

Nothing-
ness. Suddenly and
stubbornly—willing itself

to
become  
something—wonderful

all 
over 
again.