I Want to Pour Down Into Myself

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.

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