I pointed, and told you I was like that coffee cup
but you stood on it just the same;
balancing, arms outstreched,
in an uncharacteristic moment of grace.
I held my breath and awaited a reply
as you shifted your weight
delicately, calculatedly.
And inevitably,
the cup broke under the strain
into sharp, complicated pieces.
I asked you why you had broken it
and you simply shrugged and replied
“Because it was there”
