Cliche Monday
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.