we ate silence for breakfast.

my heart was the apple you cleaved,
now left to oxidize
in the bitter chill
of this June morning
while you dreamily
put butter on your toast
and salted it
with the tears you gathered
the saline dissolving
in the aroma
of singed bread, reminding me
of the cornflakes and milk
we used to have long ago…

I think my coffee needs more sugar.



  1. frank · January 6, 2006

    nice poem. especially the first (and last) line(s).
    i notice you write poetry for blogs. strange.

    further suggestion: allow for better navigation through blogs! (non-linear)

    nice site!

  2. patzz · January 10, 2006

    asagohan? uh… it’s related to breakfast. my japanese skills are nil.

    i like the poem… very, very much ^__^

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