A Sonnet to the Fear of Homemade Espresso

Grounding, compressing, and coming to being, You are so precious yet make me so nervous, Twisting and turning and pausing my breathing, Please oh please extract to serve us, Loudly and soundly my machine will begin, Extraction and timing and with much endeavor, Coming together I start to grin, The dial goes up but stops… Continue reading A Sonnet to the Fear of Homemade Espresso