“A man walks into a coffee shop. But it’s not a joke. I bought coffee there last summer. Small, with milk. It’s never a joke to walk in or out of a shop unharmed. It’s easy to forget you aren’t a person being shot at. I’m not. I wasn’t, though I was there, last summer. Not-shot-at and I never knew it…”— Lia Purpura, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Coffee Shop, milk, joke