Poem 8: Toast

mollycatlos
Jun 17, 2022
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You greet me like bread

That’s been warmed to perfection.

Your embrace is sharp and crisp

On the edges

And soft and supple

As it lingers.

Your smell clings to me

Like burnt toast —

Everyone knows what I had for breakfast.

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