Sunday

Flash smash shhh
I flipped up the light switch
talking and moving foggily
from moving my way around the house
from rounded touches and feelings
to finding familiar words.

Crack pop rustle pop
the egg splashed onto the teflon
spreading and turning quickly
from transparent and slippery
from gooey and opaque
to solidly blank.

Woosh whip rustle
the newspaper unfolds
crumpling and waving slightly
from crisp and uncreased
from crinkling and stretching
to deeply wrinkled.

I wish I could tear apart my boxes and promises
especially for you, so promising.

I wish I could be who you want me to become,
firstly I think I should be who I am.