The Double Espresso Tastes of Paris

Tara Zafft

The double espresso tastes of Paris. Sounds like the
bistro downstairs from our twenty years ago apartment
in the sixteenth in the early dawning hours of trash
collection and big burly men holding a demitasse
the size of their fingers and downing caffeine like
vodka. And bellowing va te faire foutre at honking
drivers demanding they unblock the one-car-wide street
and move their green trash vans. The double espresso
smells like the rain that spring, when I gave birth to
my third and listened to Ella Fitzgerald sing about
spring till I knew it by heart. The caffeine in my hands
feels like home. And not. Like the Ella song I already
forgot but can still hum as I sit in a French café
in my new Mediterranean home. On a cobblestone path
wide enough for two maybe three bicycles smeared
with bougainvillaea in a winter waiting for spring.

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Tara Zafft

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Guest Contributor for Panorama.

I am most recently Winner of the Moonlit Getaway Poetry Prize. I have published in the anthology, Rumors Secrets and Lies, Poems about Abortion, Pregnancy and Choice, Write-Haus, Aether Avenue Press, The San Diego Poetry Annual, Vita and the Woolf Literary Journal, and Dumbo Press. I received a BA in Russian Literature from UC San Diego and Ph.D. in Modern Languages from the University of Bath, UK. In addition, I regularly teach poetry workshops.

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