1am
At the Diner
She sat in the back booth of the dingy diner, telling
herself that if she just added enough sugar to it, the coffee would taste
better, but she knew it wouldn’t. She’d seen the pot it had been poured out of;
blackened glass that smelled burnt.
Sighing, she calmly watched a copper-colored cockroach
climb the wall next to her, its ebony eyes trained on her, antennae gracefully
swaying, waiting for the smack of the menu that would end it all, but it never
came, and the cockroach disappeared behind the olive-green polyester curtains.
There was an unspoken kinship between them.
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