No One Gets Seconds For BreakfastA Poem by Cat
I am the gritty coffee grounds at the bottom of your 7am cup.
The dirty residue that begs you to drink more and swallow without looking. The dark bits that destroy your favorite wake up. I am the sticky syrup settling on your empty plate of pancakes. That drippy sweetness that fills you so fast, you always overestimate your belly. The wetness you'll have to scrub when you come home. I am your messiness. I am your most important meal.
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