In the evening in my kitchen with the main lamp turned off

I'm drinking coffee, with milk

and eating piece of coffee cake

which crumbles when held

between my fingers, sending

small pieces falling on the table,

little light brown morsels against

deep brown lacquered wood.

The coffee mixes with the cake

and the blood from my gums

in my mouth and I know

I would never eat it

if I could see it as it is,

in my mouth, this mix.

01.12.2014