today i drank 3 bodums of coffee. half decaf, half regular. the last bodumful was freshly ground and so good that i am considering notching up my daily coffee requirements to include freshly ground.
my heart is pounding and i am wishing i could keep going. do i dare?
rationalization: it’s really like drinking 1.5 cups of regular coffee and 1.5 cups decaf. not so much.
often when i drink multiple bodums of coffee, the second is inferior and i think, i didn’t really need this. but this time, the enjoyment is escalating. i am truly tempted to form another bodum and stir up the muddy goodness with a chopstick and wait for it to ripen.
some spontaneous coffee poetry:
you are the coffee flower of my heart
you, glass thing of wonder
i stir you gently and wait and wait and ask my partner susan, do you think the coffee is ready? what is the temperature going to be today?
now all that remains is the late afternoon sun, steelish sky and cup with a layer of sadness on the bottom
sad because i want it and, at the same time, know it is full of grounds. which i don’t want.
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