Break

I order a coffee with everything,

every kind of bean, every milk, every syrup,

and when she pours them into my cup I say keep going,

keep going,

and she does, she pours everything in,

and there is coffee all over her hands,

all over the floor,

and when she has nothing left to pour, she hands me the cup

and I throw it at the wall

and she says you’ll have to pay for that.


Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts

Bronte Schlitz

Brontë Schiltz is a writer, journalist and academic based in Manchester, England. Her work can be found at bronteschiltz.squarespace.com.

https://www.bronteschiltz.co.uk/
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