Sunday, April 12, 2009

Upper Crust





Brown bread, chewy yet light, small seeds, three slices placed on a white server, buttered in random uneven thinness, waiting for human nature to lift and chew into.

Dark loo, shadowy white porcelain face bowl, human mouth cheeking small water, teeth releasing the particles like whale spew, the speckling of the sink with wheat, with rye, with residue.

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