don't mess with this barista's heart

I spilled half a picther of cool,
non-fat milk on your leg today
at 8:30am during the morning rush.

And i can't remember if I did
it by accident,
or what posessed
me to be so clumsy, but
watching the beautiful
white, watery stuff
drip so perfectly
down your leg,
and seep into your
nasty workshoes
it was -

too much.

I started laughing -

again.

Laughing, crying, laughing.

You:
bitching, moaning, bitching,
as usual.

\"Milk's good for your skin,\"
I said.

At least it's not sticky
like your cum.

Some things you can't
recover quickly from.

It me extra long
to pour the next
few lattes.