INCONSEQUENTIAL EVENTS

Inconsequential  Events

Today I woke up.

No chain of events. A diversion from the norm?

Exasperation like copper coins

Overhead. I bake to forget.

Aromas of lemon and cinnamon

Overwhelm me.  So I shed a tear.

Once I was a sultry brunette.

Today my hair is scarlet.  Fake.

 My cake rises in hue of lemon

Then explodes.  Crumbles of shells. 

I do solemnly declare my cake an allegory

But allegory for what?

Guilt? Guilt for having it all.

I am the generation of having it all.

Two point four.

Then I woke up.

Should keep my dreams in check.

For breakfast, my daughter demands milkshake.