Baby Bear [ʕ◉ᴥ◉ʔ]

As I look at my screen,

I remember the crack that used to stream across it like stripes on a zebra

Before I bought a new computer.

Then,

I remember the crack that used to blemish the handsome face of the brown-eyed boy that was once upon my wallpaper

Before I bought a new phone.

Then,

I remember the crack that used to flash across the lens of my shiny purple nikon

Before I bought a new camera.

Then,

I remember all the other various objects of mine that have been broken throughout the years by Goldilocks of all genders, ages, shapes, sizes, and colors.

But, as Baby Bear, all I can do is smile, say, “that’s okay”, pull out my wallet, and look to eBay through my shattered screen.