You Could Say

You could say my morning fell out of control when my coffee was too hot. You could say my morning lost focus when the bus rear-ended my little car. I wouldn’t disagree with you.
In the hospital, as I lift each steaming bite of Safeway cashew chicken to my mouth, you could say my chopstick skills are lacking. You could even say that the hospital air is twisting my fate even as it has been sealed from that first fatal sip of Starbucks.
You could say better days will come again, I’d say I wish I was in Groundhog Day.