I am told I need to slow down

I know it is true

But then I open the milk

It spills: spilt milk

I chuckle, clean it up,

Throw the cloth at the sink

Stretch the milk tepid-frothy

See I made a shit coffee

Throw it and start over

Yes I should slow down

I can’t though

I’ve no time for bad lattes

And it is far to hard to swim

When you always almost drown.


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