coffee
are we zombies until caffeine? am i at least? my mind, it wonders and i start to think of a wandering mind. what would that look like, floating around? i imagine it contained, but why? that wet, spongy thing making soft, sloppy sounds. it requires a vessel - a jar perhaps. not unbound. not free. i ponder, would it be different to be judged by brains alone? no body. no face. no shapely skull. no encased mass. what would we appraise? by size, or weight? would it determine a lover's pick, or who they vote as president? the friends we make, the jobs we take, and even maybe the coffee we drink.
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 