An ordinary morning??

into the pantry
a box of cereal
it has a mind of it’s own
resists my grasp
on the floor

is this a game
a dream

wrestled box to counter
bowl eludes my grasp
familiar objects
playing games

cereal misses the bowl
milk flows on counter

nightmare

bowl slightly filled
ready for the spoon
cannot raise it

struggle to tell someone
words do not form

 

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