spilled coffee

the morning starts
out
with a woman
spilling a hot
cup of
coffee on your leg
as you stand
at the counter
waiting for
someone to bring
another container
full
of cold half
and half cream.
she pushes the top
down too
hard
and the cup
collapses, splashing
your shorts,
your shirt,
your leg, filling
up your shoe
with hot
black coffee.
she says, ooops,
my bad, are
you okay.
I'm good, you say.
the sting is already
going down
as you splash
skim milk onto
the blistering skin
and blot it
with a handful
of recycleable
napkins.