Waffles

I sit 

alone 

all desiccated bone born in the black times 

when dead spouses burned down the pantry,

our maple syrup future now ash upon air draft

 

charred toaster pop waffles 

 

juxtapose 

square over circle

life over loss

 

life now become

cardboard morning sustenance

and a cup of bitter dirt to wash it down 

Jeff is a musician, educator, and author from Huntsville, AL. He enjoys time alone to think and pursue creative projects, but not as much as he enjoys a good cup of coffee with his wife, Amy.

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