I spill my coffeeon the counter each morningrequiring me to mind the excesswipe rinse squeeze wipe towel offsniff stifle breathe blink bawllatent image resists sunriseeyes-shuttered snapshotthe size of your handsthe crook in your fingersdropping to my hipI sip coffee from the tippy topafter spilling each morningcups may be half full or emptybut mine overflows
Not quite sure this fits Izy’s Guy Fawkes challenge, but here goes. Number 6 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans!