Caramel Macchiato

The first sip is steamed
milk overlaid with promise
like the hope in the phrase “the ultrasound
shows ripe egg follicles”

The next sip has more caffeine, a deeper bite
like the narrow tooth of the needle
I give myself to induce ovulation

Then it’s intervals of sip and savor
sip and savor
round full-bodied anticipation
a delight of settled froth
and syrup — like mother’s milk
on a newborn tongue