There’s chaos in my cornflakes

by William Griggs

Third Prize in the Bare Fiction Prize for Poetry 2017

and I’m hoping you’ll see it
somewhere under all my milk

and perform some kind of
intervention
if things become too much
to swallow

I’m hoping you’ll touch my hand
at the summit of each spoonful

and check between the cracking
of corn for anything that might
be better off outside my mouth

that you’ll understand I’m afraid
of moving my tongue incorrectly
when I chew

in case I do anything to hurt myself
or you, by association

 

William Griggs

There’s chaos in my cornflakes won Third Prize in the Bare Fiction Prize for Poetry 2017, as chosen by Wayne Holloway-Smith. This poem was first published in Bare Fiction Magazine Issue 11 – July 2018.