fitveggielife

The cup spills over from beneath the spigot. 
Moments spent receiving, 
while I keep track. 

Waiting for something to happen.

Buying time. 
Pretending to pretend,
I know what I’m doing. 

The cup remains, overflowing. 

Receiving, figuring—just give me a moment. 
Something comes next…
But, wouldn’t I rather not? 

Shaking,

I remove the glass from
the endless outpouring and
put it to my lips.

Turns out, I’m thirsty as hell.