pant cakes

Location

PO Box 81
United States

(written for sobo...)

 

brown eyes so full of  gaze

peering up to see the stove hot; bacon grease; mix to make morning cakes

 

flipped

plated

smothered in ten-year old syrup left lost in a pantry

 

her feet

her gaze now change

watching me eat

 

dogs sure know how to appreciate

as this one nibbles small pieces

falling beneath the table.

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