Do I take my coffin black or with cream?

Do I take my coffin black or with cream? How many refills have I had already tonight? Comforting to know I hold a biological clock in my hands, one that I use to insulate my flesh with steam. The smell of earth rises in outbursts. I cannot pretend that mound of dirt to my right is not from my own shoveling hands. Its base is a cold foundation. The sprinkles on top are light and warm.

No cream tonight.