breakfast in my happy place
I’ve been stacking bricks
in my sleep
a sort of chimney without a roof
reminding me of things
left undone
in the middle of the night
I sleepwalk to the bathroom & back
having pissed
and flossed my teeth
the funeral for the dead
will resume at eleven o’clock
but I’ve already decided
not to go this time
instead I make eggs benedict
in the galley kitchen
a favorite of a certain someone
I used to know
december two thousand twenty-three
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Sweet spot, breakfast.
You know it.
Well written. Sad.
Thank you, Cindy.
Beautifully poetic post! Your vivid imagery and personal reflections resonate. Eggs benedict twist adds a delightful touch.💫
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