July 16, 2004

The Office

 

As I sit, stirring the ninth bag of sugar–and you know when the sugar’s got an ingredients listing on the back, it’s bad–staring at the dregs of the tea bag, sitting and pushing up against the thin, wet, paper tea bag that holds it stapled in, set on the plastic cover for the top of the cup….. I wonder and try to imagine if I won’t be here in this exact place and setting ten years from now.