by Elise Chen
I wake up from my dreams
And walk myself
To the kitchen
A ceramic bowl
Catches my eye
I fill it up
Add some cereal
and fill my cup
with cool milk
I hold it tight
Don’t spill it
The mess you make
won’t be fake
Oceans rise
Glaciers fall
who knows
the cause of it all
I drop my bowl
The thick
white ceramic
cracks
and tiny pieces
scatter
across the room
under the couch
and between the dishes
As hard as I look
for as long as I try
I know I’ll end up
Stepping on a piece
and bleeding
leaving a scar
on my foot
I wake up with a jolt
from my dreams
and go to get myself
a bowl
of cereal