“I allow myself
the luxury of breakfast
(I am no nun, for Christ’s sake).
Charmed as I am
by the sputter of bacon,
and the eye-opening properties
of eggs,
it’s the coffee
that’s really sacramental.
In the old days,
I spread fires and floods and pestilence
on my toast.
Nowadays, I’m more selective,
I only read my horoscope
by the quiet glow of the marmalade.”
– Dorothea Grossman, “I Allow Myself”
Credits:
- Photographs: foodffs. (I feast on Marmalade…this poem and these photographs.)
- Poem: Thank you Christiansanantonio.
- Bio for Dorothea Grossman. Grossman’s Selected Poems at Amazon.
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