i found a cornflake
it was on my skirt
as i boarded a train
and sat next to a man who was more suit than flesh
he moved as far away from me
as he could
and called up his wife
from his totally up-to-date mobile phone
i pushed down the compact table
the one attached to the back of the chair ahead of me
and i put the cornflake on it
and took a picture of it
on my own mobile phone
and texted it as a message
to a boy i like called john
a message in which i also told him i’d skipped breakfast
and all i had was -
this
one
cornflake
and wasn’t this morning bleak