Order this writing in the 2010 6" x 9" ISBN# book Dual
of Janet Kuypers poetry converted to prose, based on 1990s chapbooks
from GAD Publishing Company of Kuypers: “Drop.” and “Roll.”
“So” 2010
Janet Kuypers (poetry converted to prose)
so the hotel I was in didn’t have a continental breakfast, so i looked for a diner for a bagel for breakfast.
so i pulled into some dive and i just sat there. i kept me head down — i don’t like looking at strangers, so i kept my head down looking at my writings,
and i didn’t even notice (my head was buried in my words) but the lady walked over and dropped the bomb of liquid into the coffee cup, into my upturned glass. i watched this black mass sloshing around, contained but violent, as she walked away. i don’t like coffee, you see, and i could have stopped her, said no thanks, but this was my fault as much as it was hers. so there i was... staring at this coffee that i don’t even like.
so i’ve got this bailey’s flask in my pocket (i guess that tells you something about me), but if i’m going to have coffee, i’ll sweeten it with anything. so my eyes dart right, then left, then right again, to make sure no one’s watching me. so i open the flask under the table, then slowly drizzle in the creme. i watch it form a mushroom cloud from within that contained bomb.
i try to remember where i am... where i’ve been...
i didn’t know that on the other side of the country, you just died.
i just looked at my coffee that i don’t even like, and wondered if i should drink.
