the rat king knocked on my iron door
and said, “time’s up, get your ass off
the bed”
i stood up wishing for breakfast
—bacon and eggs would be perfect, and a
cup of
coffee—nine years had passed since the
last time I’d drank coffee
no
milk, no sugar, I only drink coffee when I drink coffee,
that’s what she said every single day
at the breakfast table, she drank
coffee as if it was a gift from God or something
and it goddamn was—
at the time i could never imagine
myself
standing in the darkness,
waiting for another darkness,
thinking
about breakfast
(Hitoshi)
