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Minimalist Breakfast, October 17th

October 15, 2019

PROMPT: Open Prompt

I make pancakes on a greasy griddle 
by moonlight. I kiss teeth. Wear pink
- only ironically. You ask me to write 
you a poem; and who am I to oblige? 
Eat peanut butter off the spoon - chunky above all, 
including God herself, processed to Hell 
and back. This is not for you. Life’s simple 
pleasures are these: a kiss on the eyelids / 
hot summer rains / cryptid sightings in your hometown.
I do not create for you or me or us.
I paint. I write. I wink into the sun and I send it my love.


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  • Anha

    you probably won't see this, but just in case you miraculously return, 2019 highlights are finally live, and you're in them!

    6 months ago
  • babybluelamentations

    I love the gritty feel of this piece. It’s giving me real celestial insomnia vibes, if you get what I’m saying. That feeling where your mind is so open that you can sit there and smile in the face of god. (Also i definitely agree with you that chunky peanut butter is above everything)

    about 1 year ago
  • PouringOutTheSun

    This is astoundingly beautiful

    about 1 year ago