Guest Barista December Rose: Sweet Whiskey

Together, we laugh long into the night Between clouds of smoke and half-empty glasses Dreaming of things that could and might Taking a clock and feeding it molasses Tic toc tic toc, every second’s bite Is bitter, and nips at our mustaches Like King Midas’s touch, except it’s not gold More like the silver moonlight on a … Continue reading Guest Barista December Rose: Sweet Whiskey