Black Sunflower

I’ll continue to do my best. Nevertheless, I hear you can drown

in two inches of water. Will anyone notice if I drown in my

espresso? Looking down I see the reflection of an eye staring

back up at me, wavering in the tiny white cup, like a black

sunflower. What if you looked upon the world and the world

looked back? Frightening. I’m weary of being in charge of

misery. I give some of it to you to decipher. I’m here rereading

the same one page from Goethe’s Faust until it reads me. Do

you only want to hear what you’ve heard before? No. Whatever

comes; whatever comes, I find my gold key.