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we are breakfast
all of us
and it was my gift to you,
with buttered lips
and syruped hands,
it was the best that I could give.
Impatient bacon,
cherished grits,
waffles that radiated holy in the kitchen-
this breakfast I present you with
the meal of my love
and feast of my giving,
it is all I can think to give
and may the balance of tabascoed eggs
warm
apprehension
in my soul.
Your lips,
the syrup,
eating breakfast in the kitchen.
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