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| Breakfast, 1921, Fernand Leger |
Alone I slept
last night. Again.
Yet find you
at the kitchen table.
Kiss you
good morning,
her perfume, your cigarettes,
thick upon my tongue.
Cook you
no pancakes, no eggs.
You're simply
no longer worth the effort.
Imagine my hair
a noose about your neck
as I lean in and whisper,
"You're toast".
by Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, September 15, 2012
This is for "The Mag 134". This certainly is a last minute entry... but truly, I thought about what to write all week! It didn't come to me at all until I just started typing.
i like it!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Direct too – tell it like it is…
ReplyDeleteLOVE it!
ReplyDelete♥
"Imagine my hair
ReplyDeletea noose about your neck" - I could smell a sense of revenge here :-)
Vengeance for the Prevert breakfast! Very nicely done, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteYou're toast.... pheeew!
ReplyDeleteGood for her :)
Oh yeah baby! Perfect! Give him the ol' whole wheat toast!
ReplyDeleteExcellent take on the image.
HA! Take THAT! I can just see it now. :)
ReplyDeleteCool.....
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