It's one of these days
When everything seems to drop from my hands.
An egg crushes on the tiles,
Dots of yellow suddenly everywhere.
A spoon full of sugar misses the bowl
And leaves a white layer on the floor
That makes crunching sounds under my feet.
The newspapers
Fly away with the wind
Quickly.
The clothes I picked up
Fall from my hands again,
Crumpled bundles.
A glass is turned over,
The water leaking through the table cloth,
Disappearing.
Dissolving into nothingness,
Like,
With each passing day,
My life.
