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!