I turned on the water to make some coffee,
opened the refrigerator to get some milk.
As I reached for the milk,
a support that held up the refrigerator shelf
broke.
The milk, an open container of yoghurt,
maple syrup, orange juice
crashed onto the floor.
The bottle of maple syrup broke.
There were fragments of glass all over the floor,
mixed with the syrup, the juice, and milk and yogurt.
Milk spilled down the front of my clean nightgown.

As if some force field permeates my immediate surroundings,
something like this happens almost every day.
I pick up a cup of coffee, and it slips from my hand; spills all over the floor.
One of my crutches slips in the spilled coffee,
and I fall to the ground.

I imagine that cruel men
are controlling electromagnetic force fields in my apartment.
I can hear them laughing,
as the milk spills down my front.

I am crying; I struggle to clean up the mess.
I imagine that they video tape my responses.

I ask for sanctuary