expresso mass
turn the cup to get the crumb on the surface
you'll find the coffee stays in place
as cup handle is dialed in the hands
its mass is ignorant of its edges
meeting cup, focuses on its center,
contained
losing its form, it
warms down the throat,
tingles, warms the body
then, one hand circles small
and the surface waves produced
wash the crumb mouthside
creamy bitter intoxicant
silks a morsel
down into the cream, i flowered
i was creamy sweet from the carton spout
i stretched and marbled and blackened brown
stirred, i became disparate,
snug against the sugar
March 4, ©1995
Amy Jackson