—a frothy illusion struggling under fluorescent lights
The foam was high, the cup was neat,
A crafted cloud on office seat.
You sipped it slow, you tried to dream,
But overhead, the white lights screamed.
The buzz of vents, the copy drone,
Turned velvet milk to styrofoam.
The art was swirled, a leaf, a heart,
But wilted quick beneath the chart.
The taste was fine, the moment brief,
A paper cup can’t mask the grief.
You drained it down, you checked the screen.
A cappuccino lost between.
A frothy smile, a bitter core.
The cubicle demands no more.
📜 Cubicle Cappuccino – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 oz Espresso (the hum of the copy machine)
- 1 oz Steamed Milk (softness with nowhere to land)
- 1 oz Milk Foam (a fragile hope)
- Garnish: Latte art ruined under fluorescent glare
Instructions:
Pull espresso into a paper cup with the company logo. Top with steamed milk and foam. Draw latte art, then watch the harsh lighting erase its charm. Serve with a spreadsheet and a sigh.