Coffee Boy Chronicles

A coffee boy who is not so great at making coffee, or even being a boy, but still tries pretty damn hard.
  • My bones speak.
  • Sometimes loud, sometimes soft.
  • My shoulder hums endlessly about the spot where your head fits perfectly.
  • There is not a single life I could lead with you.
  • Instead, a million.
  • The police lights came on behind us.
  • You smiled wide and looked over at me.
  • In my head, you said something like, “Drive, you motherfucker.”
  • In my head, I listened.
  • We’re still moving.
  • There are certain things everybody should remember.
  • "The beautiful ones always smash the picture."
  • Those shards are nothing short of perfect.
  • She speaks.
  • Isn’t it weird how the body works?
  • You can’t quite put your finger on it.
  • And your blood doesn’t feel like bargaining with you anymore.
  • "You and me against the world."
  • This is everything I have ever believed.
  • Sorry I’m such a broken record all the time.
  • Please replay me.
  • Again.
  • And again.
  • And again.
  • I don’t have goals.
  • I promise.
  • But, really, is it so bad to wish I knew I’d be the one helping you put your socks on fifty years from now?
  • For a long time, I wondered where all the beautiful things came from.
  • Yesterday, I saw you by the ocean.
  • Now I know.
  • That summer came and went.
  • Every summer comes and goes.
  • Why did I not see it coming?