Zach Houston sells poetry for 0-∞ dollars.
Upon arriving to the San Francisco Farmer’s Market, I see Zach with iced coffee at his feet. Zach and I lived together at the Speakeasy in Oakland. I miss his energy and excitement about words. I replace his coffee and am rewarded with a poem about coffee.
Originally posted to tumblr February 19th, 2012 2:40pm
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