Jam over Toast
By winking_tiger
Tue, 05 Oct 2021
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I spread my love like jam
Over toast without butter
Covering the burnt bits
Rhubarb and vanilla linger
You pick out the pips
I jab at crumbs with a sticky finger
Until the plate seems pristine
And glide a sponge carefully along blunt metal
An egg, trapped in the cold darkness of the fridge
waits patiently for breakfast
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