I Spilled My Corn Flakes: Poem
I SPILLED MY CORN FLAKES
Justin W. Price
It’s October and I’m
getting ready for school with my brother.
I’m in footie pajamas
eating corn flakes with extra sugar.
My dad is outside and he opens
the door in a panic and leans
From the kitchen I can only see
his face, which looks
dour and stricken, and his hand
on the doorknob.
“You’d better come and say
goodbye to Emmy,” he says.
“She just got hit
by a car,”
Emmy is a mutt, some kind of ugly Aussie mix
and is still a puppy. She has
mustard yellow spots and dark black fur. We
got her outside the supermarket one day for my dad
for Father’s Day. She
travelled with us that summer,
riding on my lap from Portland to California
Every morning Emmy bounds
to the bus stop and greets
the waiting kids. (We
don’t take the bus. Our parents drive us to school.)
She’s visiting the bus stop when a woman—
Crashes her car into Emmy sending
her flying. “Who’s dog is that?”
She says. “Find the owners,” She says
to horrified watching children as she
“No!” I push my
bowl of cornflakes sending them off the table
and onto the floor.
“No, you’re joking!”
I watch as the thick white liquid—
the ceramic shards
the orange flakes—
across the floor and I know
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