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 andput it to my… Continue reading