under the stress of the situation
you could see how i might react
to making two mistakes in a row,
to messing up the same thing twice.
you'd cry, too, wouldn't you?
okay, i've been a little manic these days,
though all i've been asked to do
is dose grinds, tamp, count, steam, pour,
and i guess my mind's been elsewhere;
a place that puts me right on the edge
of an almost-sanity that i'm reaching for
and so very nearly grasping. so close
i want to cry when i end up catching nothing.
so you could see how two drinks
improperly made, thrown out, redone
would make the difference between happiness
and something altogether disastrous.