the more apt i am
to spill something on it.
whether coffee or blue berry
jam, wine or
chocolate ice cream.
a drip, a drop, a dollop
of something.
all day people point and say
oh my.
there's something on your shirt.
many give suggestions
on how to get it out,
cold water, club soda,
a bar of soap, perhaps,
dabbed not
scrubbed.
sometimes though
i think i do
it on purpose, without thinking,
enjoying the attention,
for which i thirst.
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