ultimo coffee

I missed the bus on from 34th and South Street.

I decided to skate.

Twenty feet in, I decided not to skate.

I arrived discomforted.

Wet.

I ordered a dark roast.

Hot.

There were no open tables.

I went outside.

I pulled out my computer.

My computer was hot.

It hadn’t slept.

Like me.

I shut it down and started sipping my coffee.

After a couple of minutes, someone inside leaves a table open.

I dart.

I set down my skateboard.

Collect my coffee.

And sit.

And sit.

After a few minutes of taking pictures, I buy a slice of lemon meringue pie.

The barista said it was good.

I believe the barista.

I went to retrieve a spoon.

My camera strap caught on to the end of the table.

And falls.

Down.

Hurtling.

In a second.

Drop.

Some people gasp.

Someone picks up my camera for me.

“Thanks.”

I don’t react.

I flipped the switch.

It doesn’t turn on.

I take out the battery and put it back in.

Turns on.

I try to take a picture.

Freeze.

Freeze.

And freeze.

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