Spillage

Spillage

A Poem by Emma W.

One day

Into

Freshly cleaned sheets

And I already spilled tea on them.

I pray I won’t have

Third degree burns

From the spillage on my legs as I

Rush up the stairs

To get more tea.

Because

If there is one lesson to be learned

From

Spilling tea while

Reclining on your bed and

Watching Netflix

While wearing your Snuggie,

That lesson is not

“Do Not Drink Tea While Reclining On Your Bed And Watching Netflix While Wearing Your Snuggie.”

I took this as

An opportunity

To have chai instead of apple

And to try

A new seating arrangement on my bed

(I wasn’t going to sit on tea-soaked bedding).

And, a few hours later,

I crawled into bed, and

The sheets were still

The slightest bit damp.

But I did not remember the tea spilling.

I remembered

Sitting comfortably on my bed

Watching Netflix

And drinking tea.

© 2013 Emma W.


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Added on September 27, 2013
Last Updated on September 27, 2013
Tags: poem, poetry, tea, frustration, Netflix

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Emma W.
Emma W.

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Just your average college student with anxiety issues, seeking solace in words. I have a passion for communication, and writing is just one of the many ways I do that. more..

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