peanut-butter toast in my fist
glob of jelly on my palm
lick it off, wet kiss
the crust's crunching in my teeth
headache for breakfast
I should have
a glass of water
I should
drink something
baby did I tell you,
I get nightmares.
will I be alone.
I can't miss a chance
[The punctuation-play is intentional. Proud of myself.]
This poem is packed with sensation and feeling. Wonderful.
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