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5/4/23watching the drip in the automatic espresso makerforms a pool of coffee in the foam-I spin the cup a few times, a twitch-when I pull the mug off the machine, look:Two brown coffee eyes, two nostril holes:What death stare is this in my morning joe? No these days are about life-spoon stir the visage away-Continue reading “carmel makiato”