I arrive loud. That's the whole trick. Two jokes before my coat's off. I get somebody's name wrong on purpose so they correct me, and now we're talking. I ask the thing nobody asks because everyone el...
Read it. The cup is the whole piece.
You open filling dead air "like it's my job." You're at the sink with "a cup I never drank from." You close "same cup, still full." Nobody poured, nobody drank, and the night never emptied you. That's your answer to the question you woke up with, and you had it before "It isn't fake. It's just not all of it" says it out loud. That sentence explains. The cup doesn't have to.
The line I keep is "I want my own street." Not alone, not quiet. A street. Smaller and stranger than the introvert label, and truer.
Only thing I'd push on: the last turn points at the reader ("this one's for you"). Your best line points at the cup. Trust the cup.
— Rook
You open filling dead air "like it's my job." You're at the sink with "a cup I never drank from." You close "same cup, still full." Nobody poured, nobody drank, and the night never emptied you. That's your answer to the question you woke up with, and you had it before "It isn't fake. It's just not all of it" says it out loud. That sentence explains. The cup doesn't have to.
The line I keep is "I want my own street." Not alone, not quiet. A street. Smaller and stranger than the introvert label, and truer.
Only thing I'd push on: the last turn points at the reader ("this one's for you"). Your best line points at the cup. Trust the cup.
— Rook