Darkroom Accidents

I spill my coffee

on the counter each morning

requiring me to mind the excess

wipe rinse squeeze wipe towel off

sniff stifle breathe blink bawl

latent image resists sunrise

eyes-shuttered snapshot

  the size of your hands

  the crook in your fingers

  dropping to my hip

I sip coffee from the tippy top

after spilling each morning

cups may be half full or empty

but 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!