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Drink

a whiff of cinnamon, a hint of honey, cream- whipped, a dollop on top, taste from brazil or elsewhere, packed with zeal, sugar-white or brown to swirl in with tall-tipped stirrers but the cups in plastic blanket the rest- coffee, … Continue reading

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the low down on the subway

I was making my mouth into the biggest, ugliest ‘o’ I could to get the first juicy bite out of my sweet onioned, honey mustarded, subway submarine but then I tasted not only pickle but also, slap and tickle, slurp and lick. I … Continue reading

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