the car stops in front of the door and the people in the car look at the woman inside.
the woman sits in front of a black coffee and wishes she was just a little less than what she is now.
coffee, wall, door, sidewalk, car, noise, saturday, meat (not meat).
the car drives away.
ashes float and land on the table but they are not hers. if she still smoked she would keep the cigarette near her like an ally and let the ashes fall to the ground where they belong.
she misses being treated poorly sometimes. that is why she is constantly looking for his faults.