medium pimping: breakfast is the cruelest meal

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medium pimping: breakfast is the cruelest meal

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›post #87
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›8/22/2004
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Smackdown!

"what do you want?"
my father asks

i can't say.
i woke up this morning
with a child's fist
inside my throat

"pancakes?
a little omelette?
turkey bacon and grits?
some pancakes?"

"a little omelette might be nice"
i suppose
"with some turkey bacon
on the side."

i eat my nail as an appetizer
lime green flecks of cheap polish
stick to my lip

he sets pancakes in front of me
"I am sorry" he says
"I thought we had syrup
sugar-free
but apparently we are all out."

I check the cabinets
he is right
i eat the pancakes anyway
with 2 spoonfulls of jam

the fist goes down for now
but it will grow back
hungry
for omelette tomorrow

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