Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

lights.

It was the detail that made her look back at you instead of just staring through you.

“Is something wrong with the coffee?” the boy asked, stopping his work.

“No,” I said.

“You are looking at it like it has a leak,” he said.

“It does not leak,” I said.

“That logo is everywhere now,” he said, leaning against the counter. “Some artist in Seattle did continue reading …