MFRH033

"November 04, 2006"

I took a table-spoonful of sugar, and another. I would need it to cushion the bitterness that was to come. It created a very tasty, sugary calm-before-the-storm feeling in my mouth. If I stopped just then, I could sit and enjoy it. Then I preceded to the next can on the shelf... corn... no, no corn. The next can - coffee. I took a spoonful or two and filled my mouth with the grains. The sweet taste of sugar mostly stopped the bitterness but a few grains did touch the inside of my mouth, making me gag a bit. I added in a bit of disturbingly, disgustingly sweet Irish Creme to pacify the sensation and then, holding my mouth open and upwards, poured in the hot, boiled water from the tea-pot. The sensation as not a pleasant one as the hot liquid penetrated my mouth, burning, scolding, and probably cancerously disfiguring and mutating my cells. Great, mouth cancer in 5 years! But who cared???
I WAS A COFFEE MUG!!! I WAS A CUP OF JOE!!! I swished the impromptu coffee in my mouth, it tasted horrible due to my complete abandon of any proportions. I usually put a spoon of coffee into a MUG-FUL of water... not two of them into a mouth-full, and the creamers disturbing taste dominated the top of my mouth's taste-receptors. I shifted my focus away from it, instead thinking about the softness of my sweater which was sitting upstairs in the closet. My half-nude frame stumbled a few steps back, still in shock from the boiling water and at last, I choked down the noxious coffee mixture and sat down, rocking on my stool, barely keeping balance. The liquid said goodbye to me as it passed into my stomach, leaving final “farewells” and reminders of itself as it scolded my throat.

“Why the fuck did I just do that?,” my ruminations poured out with tears as I reflected upon my actions and what they will signify five years from now.

Type: art.prose.renewed
Produced by: Jan Osten
Notes: Excerpt from unwritten novel, The Diary of an Frank