Emergency Spoon

I packed with hurricane strength,

But a bit more neatly.

I managed friendships,

With the shine

of newly cleaned porcelain.


Like darkness,

Can be waited out.

It will ebb and flow,

As I continue packing through the haze.


Piece by Piece,

I put two years

Into five boxes,

a backpack,

A reusable shopping bag,

And any pocket I could fit sh!t in.

When it came to my spoon,

It was easily packaged,

dinner IS the last meal of the day,

Mine anyway.

I was moving the next day.

Breakfast you say?

I eat Grapenuts,

The breakfast eaters breakfast!

And on moving morning I learned,

even the most important breakfast eaters,

Should have an emergency spoon.


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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