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Breakfast

A photo by David Mao. unsplash.com/photos/m0l5J8Lqnzo

The unfulfilled promise of a piece of toast

A sky full of threats

And a wind that pursued every atom

My blouse chafed

While mascara wandered

And I couldn’t let my hair leave the room

There was no paper at the door

Gas in the car

Or umbrella to be found

There was no room for me

In this day

But it was still early enough to give up