and woke with nice breath.
I use the back of the spatula
to scramble and scoop the eggs,
just like the Rabbi says
to use the back of the shovel
to show reluctance
when burying the dead.
This is goodbye to pre-breakfast
post office indecisions in novel form.
She made the sun
seem like it was there
when it wasn't,
and I wanted to scream
from the top of a mountain,
but I also didn't want to move.
I don't like change,
especially these days,
but I think we'll be okay.