eggnog french toast

I wake with feathers which

never keep me warm the way down

should

I’m angry

You and your greasy girl take it down the road a piece

Past this broken-down lingering loneliness

I fed my soul to

you and you and you and you and you infinity

and I don’t want to look at your teeth right now, bared

a smile

I don’t want this falseness or the why why why infinity

It’s never quite what I think…

anyway

the bacon is perfect

and the eggnog in the toast batter

truly inspired

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