That blue
with the perfect baked
white that
curdles through it
can't you just
see it?
couldn't you just
about take a
mouthful?
It's a cute yellow
breakfast plate
sun. baby
it's a
real eggs
and bacon kind
of sky.
How about
that? seven grains—
all at once
what'll they think of next?
soak
it in. sop it
up.
Buzz buzz—another
espresso
from the bar
buzz buzz
a small puffed-
up stinger scar
its owner, remember
died immediately
upon the impact.
Last night's aggravations
somehow now
both—bittersweet
and untasteable.