Spilt Milk

Free Verse

She was eating lunch on the go in her vehicle as we do, so her milk and taco tumbled like twin sleepy gymnasts to her leather (faux) seats, in a puddle white as dirty snow.

“Darn,” she spat, because she doesn’t curse. She sighed from hunger, grabbed her purse and trotted back to her crumbless cubicle.

At home the back door beckoned, so she set her toe upon the stair where a quiet can of bright marshmallow paint threw itself upon her like a jaguar (albino)

Down it fell, gooey as a milkshake made of goo — sticky as a lesson learned: slow down, girl, for goodness sake.