this morning #64.

this morning, everything in the open kitchen was so impeccably upper-middle class. french press coffee & fresh melon slices & whole wheat toast. ny times & npr in the breakfast nook. he sipped slowly from an oversized mug he’d bought during last summer’s family trip to newfoundland, majestic lighthouses were his jam. as he scanned the arts section for the next important broadway show or gallery show he could take the kids to on their next weekend visit, it all seemed so empty. his plans. the house. his enthusiasm. the miasma. you can’t fill emptiness with french press coffee.