I scrambled home

Clutching my weetbix under my arm,
A bucket of peanut butter
Under the other
 
Half-way there, it leaked
Inappropriate
Sticky nut brown over my legs
 
I laughed
Exasperated
Threw my hands up to the sky
Shaking my head at how things go

Breakfast



eat my face for breakfast

scoop out truth
with stainless steel
drench them in syrup

take the spoon from the bowl
and eat that too

stomp on my daily bread

fish out lies from the plate
crumbs run down your arm
lost in your shirt sleeve

your hands are empty now
look at me

the strands of morning light

my hair my head
my face is looking at you
with your empty bowl your empty plate

your empty dirty hands