a poem every day (or something close to that)
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Breakfast
Butter sits decadent next to chocolate on the counter.
Breakfast pits rich,
add coffee
and you've got sweet gravity
churning a singularity in your belly.
Delicious implodes quietly into afternoon.
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