spills and stains

 The sofa will eventually recieve the stain
The milkshake will spill
There is new fabric its begging
It's a satisfying energy
Like my smile

I lengthened it like a summer day
To feel good about the things I have
The things I don't
And the things that will eventually be mine

The plate is warm and the food ready
sitting at the table I left the salt and pepper
The juice fell over spilled out
It was waiting for that to happen

You are a handful and a mouthful
The one day that you forget the apron
The sauce splashes and it's in there
 unwashable The perfect imperfection

You can clean but it will always be marked
Like an early trauma on the soul of today
That piece of uneaten food on your plate
That will prevent your dessert