I once wondered why

He swam in the coffee

Danced barefoot through grounds

Spread beans for his bed

And spoke in such spurts




I asked

“I roast”

He growled

drooling a thin brown line

nosing the air like a hound


He went back to his hypnotist:

the cooling tray

his full moon


When he shows his teeth

I cannot read his intention

So I measure the distance between us


The coffee rains rhythms

Inside the machine

His ears search the churn

His eyes are like the smell of jute bags

wild and dirty

tired and wise


When the coffee falls free from the fire

He howls

Bathing in smoke


I ask

“I roast”

He roars

And I run for the door

too late