Coffee Sleeve Stories


By Kelly Aurora Beltane

This is where we accept direction. To carry us on

non-disclosed open road. Hamster-wheel Earth under rims.

They spin with nowhere to go. Here. Right here. The map

shows no arrival. No place we haven’t been before.

No look in the mirror with new eyes. No ice scraper brush

with a stranger. We understand this place because our hearts

have been broken before. On the side of a goodbye. A soft

shoulder to cry away into canyons of candor. Here. Left here,

dear. Turn here. We are pointing to glass, to paper, to each other.

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