Pressing by Betty Rosen The coffee blushes. Ready to be pressed. The mesh lattice makes contact. The plunger creaks, croons, exhales—fits. Settles to the grounds. Press, deep. There’s resistance. It wakes me up. The plunger spindle is lean fingerlike. The mesh gridded with life lines. An article told me that drinking five cups of coffee a day is healthy. I decided then to believe everything I read. Pastiched Coffee Shop in my head: a sewing machine in rainy Dalston. A […]

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