Early morning chill, the rich, mahogany scent spilling from Mr. Coffee, a full pot on always. She sits in the garage, slippers and a striped silk robe from an old friend who found it in Tokyo in the Eighties while training Buster Douglas for a match. She doesn’t say much in these early hours. It’s her time, coffee and cigarettes. She wears a shower cap to keep the smoke from soaking into her thick, red hair. Quiet. She returns, ready for us like a trainer preparing for a match. I too pour coffee sit outside quiet imagine myself in her robe.
Andrea Taylor is a Columbus, Ohio-based writer whose work is published or forthcoming in Roi Faineant Press, Rejection Letters, Allegory Ridge, Moist Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. She can be found on the web andreataylorbooks.com and Twitter @minadre.
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