Waking up with sleepy eyes waking
my father for breakfast as I pull my
blanket, drag it off the bed, my favorite blanket.
Grabbing at fathers shirt, off the counter he is grabbing
pan to make us fluffy golden pan–
cakes as I stir the powder and milk, the fork is caked.
I watch him with eyes that question if I
think my father is a wizard and I think
that I will catch him in the act that
makes me happy. The pancakes he makes
seem normal at first, in the way he may seem
wizard-like he flips the pancake and it smiles like a wizard.
Two eyes and one big curve two
now have smiles on their side now
he is certainly a wizard. He
can’t make a pancake smile? Actually, can’t
avoid making me smile like he may avoid
admitting he’s a wizard–won’t ever be admitting.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 7:34 PM UTC
Waking up with sleepy eyes waking
my father for breakfast as I pull my
blanket, drag it off the bed, my favorite blanket.
Grabbing at fathers shirt, off the counter he is grabbing
pan to make us fluffy golden pan–
cakes as I stir the powder and milk, the fork is caked.
I watch him with eyes that question if I
think my father is a wizard and I think
that I will catch him in the act that
makes me happy. The pancakes he makes
seem normal at first, in the way he may seem
wizard-like he flips the pancake and it smiles like a wizard.
Two eyes and one big curve two
now have smiles on their side now
he is certainly a wizard. He
can’t make a pancake smile? Actually, can’t
avoid making me smile like he may avoid
admitting he’s a wizard–won’t ever be admitting.
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