Snap Crackle Pop
Rice Krispy cereal scattered across the floor
I step on it.
It doesn’t make the fun sounds I remember as a child.
I remember Snap Crackle Pop.
Those cartoon characters who used to cheer me up
When I was alone.
That cereal was only good for the square marshmallow treats.
I had to dump a gallon of sugar for it to taste good.
Now I avoid sugar like the plague.
Do I need to?
No. I’m still a kid.
But all I can do is stare at the scale in dismay
I miss Snap, Crackle, and Pop.
My childhood friends.
They’re gone now.
All that’s left is the scatters of shattered cereal.
Twenty twenty is coming.
A new decade.
They don’t snap, crackle, or pop anymore.
They just crunch.