The morning coffee. I'm not sure why I drink it. Maybe it's the ritual
of the cup, the spoon, the hot water, the milk, and the little heap of
brown grit, the way they come together to form a nail I can hang the
day on. It's something to do between being asleep and being awake.
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I am in love with this man! Last night I watched the movie Paterson, about a young man who idolized William Carlos Williams. There were many poems in the movie and Rod Padgett wrote them.