espresso-ism

my first attempt at poetry.

I steam the milk in the little
metal pot until it is hot to
the touch, just the way
he likes it. tilt, tip, pour.
if I wiggle my wrist just
right, I can make a
wobbly heart
that mirrors
my own.


also, tried my hand at a sestina, but waiting for my mentor meeting before posting that little gem (har har).