Inconsequential Events
Inconsequential Events
Today I woke up.
No chain of events. a diversion from the norm?
Exasperation like copper coins
Overhead. I bake to forget.
Aromas of lemon and cinnamon
Overwhelm me. So I shed a tear.
Once I was a sultry brunette.
Today my hair is scarlet. Fake.
My cake rises in hue of lemon
Then explodes. Crumbles of shells.
I do solemnly declare my cake an allegory
But allegory for what?
Guilt? Guilt for having it all.
I am the generation of having it all.
Two point four.
Then I woke up.
Should keep my dreams in check.
My daughter demands milkshake for breakfast.
|