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