March 22, 2021

Phallic Café Art

Monday, 11:36 am

At my local coffee shop pretending to read and write, while ultimately getting distracted by strangers’ conversations, and secretly devising ways of walking out with their plant decor unseen. Went up to the barista and reluctantly ordered my normal turkey and Munster on sourdough, with tomato. I’m on a strict diet, and I keep telling myself that I have some loose celery waiting for me at home with my name on it. Just sip your coffee, and continue to stare longingly at the bagels behind the counter, you oaf. Rest assured, I caved…