My sister and I sit
at the red kitchen table eating
cheese toast. The
cheese stretches between
our mouths
and our toast until the
rope breaks.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My sister and I sit
at the red kitchen table eating
cheese toast. The
cheese stretches between
our mouths
and our toast until the
rope breaks.
Loved this. This moment. Between you. With cheese. Perfect.
Cheese just doesn’t seem to stretch like this any more.