Tonight's Poet Corner: Maple Syrup & Nightmares

Maple Syrup & Nightmares
by Belinda Roddie

Yesterday, I could not eat my pancakes -
my pancakes wanted to eat me. They
flew from my plate with teeth sharper
than my fork, like angry, delicious
monster frisbees. I tried to smother

them with sugar and butter, but they
would not be held back, and soon,
I cowered in the corner, scratched
and bruised, as the pancakes sought refuge
in the hills beyond, thinking,

"Maybe I'll stick with cereal tomorrow."

Turns out the wheaties had it out
for me, too.