What are you working on?
currently, a venti iced coffee I’d brought home from work.
At first, I thought it was a drop of saliva that I’d missed because it wasn’t in the right light until now. But after I’d finished flailing, and panting, and thinking about it amidst the “psssshhhhhh-ing” and clanking of steel on tabletops and frustrated releases of valves that weren’t afforded the time to close properly, I realized I hadn’t said a word in more than an hour. I’d been talking in my head and remember no cough to project its saliva on my forearm.
it’s much quieter in my car. the abnormal beating in my chest is removed from where it’d been beating the previous ten hours. all I can hear is traffic, and very vague conversations of the Dell workers on smoke break as I pass a company campus on my way home. I am pensive on these trips. mostly about how I am biologically functioning on foreign substances. but about once a week, the drive home fails to mistake the spot for a drop of saliva and see it for the dried white mocha crust that it is, and then I am instead pensive that my coffee-making days are numbered.