A Dollop Of Marmalade

A dollop of marmalade dripped off my toast and onto my wrist raising my wrist to lick it off I smeared the toast into my hair now in the macro scheme of things it isn’t much but after a morning that includes an empty toothpaste tube squeezed flat and rolled up really tight and a shoe-lace that snapped four eyes down my toast sliding stickily down the wall is I’m willing to bet letting me know in no uncertain terms that all is not as it should be and that my day ahead is going to be a little rough.