by Narmadhaa Sivaraja (N)
Have you ever washed a coffee plunger?
The jug is the easy part. The filter, however, is a wet mess of clingy dregs that’ve made their way into the tiniest of pores, overstaying their welcome like guests who’d muddied your carpets, who’d forgotten what cleanup meant, or how to spot the puddles of molten wax on your table cloth.
Like the soothing trickle of coffee embalming sanity on dry days, the aftermath of coffee also stays with you. Look at that filter. Really. Look at it, the triangular spaces of mesh running underneath the metal that holds it together. See the spring around it and the leftovers of your medium, double-roasted finely ground comforter. Good luck rinsing it out.
Then flip the filter over, and raise eyebrows at the stains, the tell tale signs of your addiction. Scrub it, harder and harder, and you’ll wish you hadn’t clipped your nails that morning. And when you’re done, when the lemony foam washes away in the steaming water foaming your glasses, you’ll see, like a curious case of cavities on clean teeth, that stains remain.
Honey, you are coffee to me.
Narmadhaa Sivaraja (N): “I’m an aspiring poet and a writer of all things. I started writing because I wanted to thrill others, just as my favourite authors had thrilled me. It drove me to start a blog which later landed me a career as a marketing copywriter. I’ve continued writing on my blog, regularly posting opinions, flash fiction, book reviews, and plenty of haiku. I’ve also self-published a collection of travel haiku on Amazon Kindle, written a novel and a collection of short stories, both of which are free to read on Inkitt.com. I’m currently revising my first novella.”
Follow N online @s_narmadhaa and at The Chaos Within blog.