but not enough to be bothered
(most of the time)
she hid behind the espresso machine
imagining the steam
would transport her
to another coffee-soaked landscape,
filled with clouds of foam and wonderment
if Alice had been a barista
(she thinks)
the Mad Hatter would have been even madder
(with all that caffeine)
and the March Hare
would have demanded
a non-stop stream
of
upside
down
cafe
con
panna
and the white rabbit would dance in the whipping cream
