A Reflection in Poesy

Entitled, "by now you know I'm not really talking about breakfast cereal OR hermit crabs"

i just finished my second box of breakfast cereal in this strange new place
and that means i've moved in.
when the hermit crab swaps shells,
he isn't the type to get sentimental about it,
but hermit crabs have no taste for their situation's symbolism;
they shift and shuck shells through samsara, rinsing and repeating,
unwitting victims of their symbol.
cereal is expensive where i live now.
like peanut butter and guinness, it's mostly imported.
i buy it anyway.
it costs to hold onto breakfast cereal.
it would cost more not to.
if hermit crabs were the sentimental sort,
they might get cold claws about moving out, moving on, moving up.
no doubt, it would cost them.
but it would cost them more not to.