PANCAKES
I heard my voice
in bed beside me
and thought I was
dead, or someone
dressed as dead.
I seemed to be what
I couldn't possibly
be for a split
second and struggled
to add up to something,
if only in retrospect.
Later I had pancakes
for breakfast and wondered
what the fuss had been about.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
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