(group chattering) – I made a man out of 50 lattes. I took the foam and constructed him. Put a hat on his foamy head. Made arrangements to his
face to make him seem like he was happy to see me. Happy that I was there. I outstretched his arms, but
foam doesn’t work like that. It never does. So I just made him lay on the ground where I could look at him and smile back. Take off my clothes and lay onto him. Feeling him disappear underneath me. Turning into a puddle of milk. Mine, my milk man. What am I doing? He’s gone. I should probably try making another one. Thank you.