One sugar, two creams, and a small sip

I sit staring at my coffee, hunched over. Guarded, like a prison meal at a table of convicts. On one side of the cup, a small envelope of sugar torn open like a long awaited love letter. A few particles still glaze the counter top resembling spilt salt, but the evidence proves different. On the other side, two liquid calcium thimbles topple over each other in emptiness. Tucked nicely between the cup and saucer, lays the utensil used to stir the simple ingredients. Both elbows come off the table, hands cusp the mug. A quick lift and tilt, to spill the lukewarm perk over my bottom lip. Followed by a slow descend, to pilot the java back to its perch where it belongs. The spoon rattles with a cascading echo, til silent. And I sit staring at my coffee.

Physical Expression Declination

Physical Expression Declination

It's fascinating to me how certain physical gestures have lost or changed their meanings over time. Deteriorating messages from simple bodily actions. For instance, the "Nod" used to be a cordial greeting. Now it's a territorial warning that, I'm watching you. The "Pat on the back" used to express a job well done. Now it's just an extra push to do more next time. The "Finger point" used to identify someone other than you. Now it's 3 fingers pointing back at yourself. The "Handshake" used to seal a deal. Now it's a 30 page contract with loopholes. The "Wink" used to be harmless flirting. Now It's sexual harassment. The "Hug" used to be for multiple occasions of intimate interaction. Now it's only used to console. The "Kiss" used to be for support, comfort, and testifying love. Now It's a lip to lip transfer of false security. "Sex" used to be a declaration of pure love. Now it's a hook-up or booty-call only for gratification. The atrophy of all these action has led me to trust only 3 precise gestures that will never divert from their true meanings. Rock, Paper, Scissors.