Jill Jorgenson | SPIT

SPIT The coffee bean bit that must have clung to the mug’s rim, now aswish in the coffee with which my mouth’s awash (—like a beached fish ………. flung, returned to the surging ocean’s rising tide— ………. or perhaps like Pinocchio or Geppetto spat ………. from a Moby Dick’s rancid gastric insides—), the bean bit […]