The two of us
have a history
of breaking things

In the kitchen
the dishes & glassware
forever fall & shatter

In the bedroom
the alarm clock
is doomed to tumble
from the night
table & break

And books
are sure to shake
loose from the shelf
by the bed
& go thud
on the floor

Be careful where
you tear, I say,
you could rip me
one way but
not the other