(from the SLCC Prompt: write a poem about your breakfast.)
With ten minutes before class,
I opened up
the lunchbox
you packed for me.
I was so hungry.
I extracted my breakfast
from the jumble of containers,
a tupperware of plain yogurt
with berries—blueberries and raspberries
and blackberries.
The strawberries must have gone moldy.
I know how you love them.
It was a surprise
since I had expected
one of your English muffin
egg and Tavern ham and Vermont cheddar
sandwiches with the
extra mayo.
You look out for my waist
and my health, my love.
Thank you.
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