Sometimes
I forget to drink while it’s hot,
and
later when I peer into the cup
it’s gone halfway down and a skin has formed,
marred
the creaminess and puckered it up.
I
could pinch it between finger and thumb
and
remove it gently, reheat and restart
and
finish it to the dregs as usual
but
drinking halfway cup’s also an art -
not
everyone can remove those skins
to
lift them seamless requires expertise
and
put that exact heat back in the drink -
preference
is a matter of degrees.
So
I pour it off, let the half go waste
the
temperature makes or mars the taste.
Does it happen to you sometimes too? :) The cup, the glass, the cafe, tavern, inn etc, someplace with lots of comings and goings is a staple of Eastern metaphors. Comfort food. Or rather, drink. I have a craving for it right now :)
