In line at coffee spot in

old neighborhood, assured I’ll be late, but I need coffee.  You know this about me.  But this morning it’s especially necessary from the struggle getting the babes out the door.  I deserve this, I conveniently rationalize.  So, the line moves, but not fast enough.  I don’t care, no not at fucking all.  Just keep motion as best I can with this exhaustion, this papa fatigue.  Move with the pace of the line and turn your back to worry.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s