Jam was spread
on toast
long since grown cold.
The newspaper was spread
on the table
The news had grown cold too
but that didn’t matter so much.
It didn’t become rough
and chewy.
It was always rough
and never chewy
no matter
how long you left it.
I had no need for news.
All I wanted
was to sit alone
and toast
with a solitary
cup of coffee.
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