Sally A Bayan
Sally A Bayan
Oct 19, 2013      Oct 20, 2013

next to my cup of hot bitter coffee
my bowl has a cone
an avalanche of heartache cereals
that is about to fall...
a plate of
peppered uncertainties omelet
beckons to be gulped and wiped out....
but, alas, i feel already stuffed
i can no longer swallow...
i decided to skip breakfast....


Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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