dear breakfast

 

dear breakfast

happy new year

sorry

I’ve been a bad friend

I talk about you

behind your back   

wish we were still 

pancakes

but I don’t respect your choices    

the number of chairs in your living room    

how you left your wife

your podcasts

how many eggshells I’ve walked on

to keep you scrambled

and i still turn up hungry

I’d love to say yes    

to be endlessly refilled 

by your handsome waiter     

but I’m beginning to shake

from this bitter brew