The catharcism of mind-numbing chores

Standing wearily at the sink

I wipe the remnants of sauce from the plates

and I savour the tunes

pumping from my Spotify account

through the too-small, tinny speaker

on my mobile phone

With those suds and the cloth

and the beat of the rhythm

I cleanse my mind

with the ease of this no-brain- necessary chore

against the backdrop of a long and tiresome day

I remove…

the traffic jam on the way to the office,

the clogged inbox with far too many points

to possibly action effectively,

the insipid cup of too-expensive machine coffee,

the irate customer getting arsey about his goods delivery

-or lack thereof!

I absolve myself of guilt

for the internet purchase made at lunch

another thing I didn’t need

but that I wanted

And isn’t that reason enough?

Frustration, annoyance, guilt, testiness

They all leach into the soap-sudded water

until , once finished,

I lift the corner of the bowl and

I watch as my woes

are carried away

spiralling in the current

to die small deaths as they disappear

down the plughole.