Half A Cup, Nothing Less
Each morning my husband smells the refrigerated milk, stirs coffee, rinses the spoon, presents the cup in its glory. Sure, it’s nothing remarkable, but a tiny declaration in itself. For the benevolence of marriage isn’t held in diamonds, but roasted beans, lovingly steeped.
Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra is a writer based out of central Texas who enjoys a great tall tale and dad jokes. Her work centers around identity, cultural phenomena, and embracing the past. Her photography and writing can be found in Sybil Journal, Oklahoma Today, Red Door Magazine, VoxPoetica and in many obscure publications scattered throughout the globe.
