9 am on a saturday.
the day begins as it would.
a rubble mountain of Cherrios
a small ceramic bowl
the last of the soy milk drizzled on top.
plunging spoon
goes in and out
like a kingfisher plumbs the sea.
my eyes are closed.
my stomach has been hungry since 3:30.
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