Lips in Stitches


The way we have breakfast does vary. We don't have to share a table, because we share living here, in our lovely, ridiculous swamp, and that means we have to be a team, or there is no fire, no jam, no cider, no comfort and no fun. Laughing is still more important than wishes! 


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Pour porridge oats, the texture
Yielding and rough, mix to taste,
Mine is a thick paste, undercooked
And flavoured with jam

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This morning I choose quince
From the jam scrap jars massing
In the fridge, dump a spoonful
Into the chipped bowl of hot oats

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By western standards we are
Not wealthy, nevertheless
Five kinds of jam can be found
Here in our refrigeration device

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Boy likes supermarket generic
Hoops and milk, he holds the bowl
With 2 equidistant flaws, while he
Heckles the stats of the M1 Grant tank

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Mr, after walking twice through
The house, spectacle hunting, settles
For hoops and milk, sat at his laptop
Folds it out like a morning paper

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I think I dream as much by day
Not to escape, to reiterate
Things previously noted
It means something, being here

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The woodburner squats
Fat iron demi-god of the
Hearth, gaping open
Double door mouth

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Last nights cinders puff
Chuck out a residue of warmth
Even a shot of flame, from yesterday
Time overlapping, clinker built

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Spoon makes a line which
If visible, would loop
The lips in stitches
To the bowl

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Contemporary breakfast tableaux
Mr in the hallway office, Boy
Considers Military History channel
Just me in the grubby kitchen





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