how do you take your coffee
i barely sleep but when the photons kiss my eyelids open the flight attendants are asking “how do you take your coffee?” and i think about what a nice question that is. we are almost flying over ireland now so there is no rush; there is time to inquire about peoples preferences for milk or sweetener. and for some inexplicable reason suddenly i feel like im having breakfast together with this plane full of people, breaking bread, this community of strangers flying to paris. i have returned to wakefulness in the warm cacophony of ladies pouring cups of coffee and tea and care and attention. and even though i am not looking forward to making decisions the rest of the month or even getting up at the end of this cramped flight, it is a nice break of involuntary gratitude.