CarrollBlog 1.30

The Ineffable

by George Bilgere

I'm sitting here reading the paper,

feeling warm and satisfied, basically content

with my life and all I have achieved.

Then I go up for a refill and suddenly realize

how much happier I could be with the barista.

Late thirties, hennaed hair, an ahnk

or something tattooed on her ankle,

a little silver ring in her nostril.

There's some mystery surrounding why she's here,

pouring coffee and toasting bagels at her age.

But there's a lot of torsion when she...