An Apology to My Local Barista After Asking to Substitute Oat Milk in My Honeysuckle-Boysenberry Latte
I now know that when you pulled that shot, you were thinking about the mouthfeel and terroir of my coffee experience.
Sarah Chin lives in Chicago, IL. Her writing appears in The Cincinnati Review, Electric Literature, Wigleaf, and SmokeLong Quarterly, and has been nominated for Best of the Net, Best Small Fictions, and Best Microfiction. She laughs like a hyena.
I now know that when you pulled that shot, you were thinking about the mouthfeel and terroir of my coffee experience.
Lately you’ve become… extremely cluttered. And not in a quirky, millennial-bookstore way.
But now, a poor approximation of Jean Marie that looks similar to a haunted Victorian child is disfiguring the thighs of her two living legacies.