mouthfeel [breakfast notes 07/23]

the cat inhabits the kitchen chair glibly being a warm and spread pat as my seat is taken i am stood weight shifting between pained legs taking in my breakfast like medicine chumming it down addressing none of its flavours or ‘mouthfeel’ a man passes the window uncreased in a deceased business suit yet bunched into himself under a brolly it's not raining but it was most-likely forecast on his cellphone strange human behaviour… i note my own and remove the somnolent cat to take my seat at the table

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