taste

_____looking back,
___sip staring out
sideways__over dozens
of days’ cups, finca
fresh, sparkling,
remembered,
faded photo’s
simple perspective,
reductio admi-
ration.

this watery
pale cup
ghosth aunting
echoes of
finca’s crackle
opening palette,
now a copy of something
that does not
exist, endure.

does retrospection ask,
what’s next?

listening

listening to recent
talib kweli, gotham.
like this cup,
a long chain
of rich recollections
not quite met
by this time around.

“on mamas” has a bach
toccata on a bright
square-wave synth.
whose mama had an l.p.
of switched on bach that
found a turntablist’s palm?
that party’s ra rad radience
glowing with the fantasy
fiction, nostalgia.

“pick ya head up” grooves
enough to sneak like
“billie jean.” second
to last, “i’ll tell ya later”
picks up the shift.

what’s changed?

grind

14.3 g finca beans
left in the bag.

1.9.1 on the
timemore.

grounds sniff

brew

0.7 g spares poured in,
15.1 g total.

246.1 g water target.
246.0 g purified water
poured in by 1:00.

2:45 immersion time.
4:00 total.

last cup.

many thanks, l.s. + j.a.b.s!

[cup/1 · water/purified · listening/spotify · companion/unicorn · finca]

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