Breakfasts and Lunches

I tried to understand myself a few times already In the beginning, I tried to define myself by whether I pour cereal or milk first and whether I like it crispy or soft and what my favorite McDonald’s meal is. Then I moved on to defining myself by my favorite author, repeatedly quoting Ulysses in my sleep: “Me. And me now.” As time went by I searched for myself in poetry the poems I wrote when my first love dumped me and the world ended, critics saying “can’t believe you’re so young, where’s this sadness coming from?” Granny told me that I took it after her and that she cried a lot when she was my age. I cry over fries dropped on the floor, over broken plates, and finished novels I define myself by cries and hesitations on whether it’s cereal or milk first.