Teabag afternoon

All in almond,
ceiling crumbs land on your cheek
 
A soft glance up
and a quick step to the right
 
His vacant chair is found
the jacket, you quietly touch
 
Grinning with peppermint mischief
slip away to the park.

Breakfast



eat my face for breakfast

scoop out truth
with stainless steel
drench them in syrup

take the spoon from the bowl
and eat that too

stomp on my daily bread

fish out lies from the plate
crumbs run down your arm
lost in your shirt sleeve

your hands are empty now
look at me

the strands of morning light

my hair my head
my face is looking at you
with your empty bowl your empty plate

your empty dirty hands