Monday, January 19, 2009

Halftte, home

I was bitten by the espresso bug years ago.
Only recently has it burrowed its way into my chest.
Some time last week it laid eggs in my heart.
On Saturday morning the eggs hatched, and tiny espressobirds sprang forth.
My continued consumption of caffeine was like a mother espressobird regurgitating food for its offspring.
The birds took flight on Sunday night, gathering pieces of debris and assembling words like "Rancilio" in my brain.
Today I woke up and thought, "I'm gonna need a bigger coffee machine."
Around midday I grabbed my wallet and got in the car.

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