Brew Mistress

My brother says my coffee is the best.
It drives his partner crazy when he does.
For sure she roasts fresh beans, and shoots expressed
pure-water steam through grounds to brew her buzz,
while I used staler stuff. My maker was
a careless purchase, seldom washed, you know?
I think my coffee’s excellent because
I dearly and sincerely love it so.


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