Pieces of Toast

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Pieces of Toast

They dip into
the smooth
round yolk
of a fading dream.

They interfere,
these conscious words,
an uninvited jentacular
mob that enters

without invitation,
shedding their crumbs.
I make exception
and surrender
control,

accepting
their sharp crisp corners
into the broken centers
of my smooth round
subterranean
stanzas.

Words for the day are mob, interfere, jentacular and exception. Image by Mae Mu on Unsplash. Used with permission.

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16 thoughts on “Pieces of Toast”

  1. sanaarizvi's avatarsanaarizvi

    My goodness this is good! Especially resonate with; “They interfere, these conscious words, an uninvited jentacular mob that enters without invitation.” 💝💝

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