You’re right. I’m over-analyzing.
It’s just a cappuccino.
But the experience of a cappuccino
is never just a cappuccino.
Actually, I’m watching the barista
make it and imagining I’m her
because there is a part of me
that wants to feel what it might be like
to pour down into myself
until whatever expectation of feeling
fulfilled I might have rises
to its edge and holds me to
a choice to either spill or not.