I wake up with the hiccups,
my coffee jones is down on me -
I stumble to the kitchen,
still some powder left in the grinder
from yesterday’s yesterdays –
I fire up the kettle – twice-boiled
water will do just fine, thank you.
My hiccups are getting worse…
The french press is full of sludge.
I pour the sludge out - most of it -
what remains will season the new batch,
sort of like making yogurt.
The whistle
is blowing, the water is boiling again.
Won’t be long now. Won’t
be long.
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