I spilled the same latte twice. 

Once into my cupholder, and the top of my unzipped purse. 

Flimsy lid, slightly unattached, 
ejected a sneaky drain of
espresso, thin almondmilk
and ice, to piss down the cup’s side,
annoyingly perceptible.
And goddamn sticky.  

And then, I knocked the whole thing into the seat.

I had resolved to seize monday 
and clean the mess. Until clumsy
joint of errant elbow swang wide,
knocked the stupid cup-straw first-
into the space between my car seat
and center console.  

A puddle in the floorboard:
a crack in sanity, where weekly dreams go to die.