hiding
behind a fort of cereal boxes
and a moppy air

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Jordan Country Crisp
chocolate chips and dehydrated clusters
craving long life milk

 

Nestle health messages
escape the labyrinth
and lose themselves

in the pattern of the West
African fabric dad drapes
the table with

 

the coffee machine about
to go click and start
its dark dribble

mum has yet to hover in
Casper like
in her night gown

 

the first cup – a coin at the arcades
switches on
her bazaar of bells and lights

 

I target the soggy cereal

floating on the surface

 

the last spoonful – solely chocolate

 

lifts me to her level

for a few minutes