Blog by Hannah Frank
The Ethiopian coffee is dripping then it starts to rush
when I move the filter and suddenly it cascades with noise
and I am waiting on it to unfill
so that I can calmly wipe the plate
and then enjoy a cup of strange dissidence.
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes Closed for now, the door t...