a found poem with lines from several online reviews of a local coffee shop

“Today, I went to this cafe because I’d heard from others that it had the most pleasing aesthetics – I expected Nothing but good experiences here. Maybe it’s the expectations that let me down, me always hoping for a good time and somehow getting hurt. First of all, I tried to chat with the barista and she didn’t seem to care. She just made my pour over – which took 5 minutes, FYI, They make all their drinks meticulously (read: slowly) – and called it out, didn’t ask for my name or invite me to the counter. It reminded me of the way my ex could do something nice, like clean the bathroom, but she didn’t really do it for me. It was a pleasant surprise to have a seemingly careless gesture be so delicious, a comfort after a disappointment. I wanted to love this woman place. Perhaps the service will be different on another day; maybe I’ll try their breakfast sandwich. I will definitely be returning to give her it a second chance. What more can I you ask for?”