Waffles and Existential Dread

Waffles and Existential Dread
a poem by Hannah Bailey 

there's cracks in the bricks
on the side of the waffle house
where my boyfriend works

I never would've noticed
if I hadn't been depressed
and laid back in the car
and wondered if things
could get any worse.

there's cracks in the bricks
on the side of the waffle house
that's down the street
from my apartment
and they're making me irritated
and ever so slightly violent.

the cracks are off center and uneven,
and match the signs,
on the inside, that are peeling.

there's cracks in the bricks
on the side of the waffle house
that has a pond beside it.
a place that reminds me of
tears and aches and happiness and pain
and all the numerous times

I've wondered about my purpose.