We become the Quaker on the oat box.
Androgynous. Buttonless.
Breakfast on over-buttered toast,
common marmalade;
Cheerios from unwashed bowls,
lukewarm milk.
Thee and me.
Beige friends, carbohydrates
in dressing gowns.
Quiet.
Too unawake to notice
if we dawn as man or woman.
if we dawn as man or woman.
tk/October 2014
Lovely read by R.A.D. Stainforth...
Superb, sizzling, sublime. Really a lovely mood.
ReplyDeleteI love the carbohydrates in dressing gowns.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this, dear Tess!
ReplyDeleteundefined identity....interesting moment!
ReplyDeleteSharp and smart, and quite entertaining.
ReplyDeleteLovely, gently memories of a night lived well and loving the morning!
ReplyDeletenothing better than breakfast with my best friend
ReplyDeleteCurled toes in comfy socks equals contentment.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of carbs in dressing gowns (don't have to count them) ~ this is charming and quirky! I enjoyed it and the live performance too!
ReplyDeleteandrogynous oatmeal mates; perfect
ReplyDeletethis is one of my favorites from you, miss tess! hard to pick just one favorite line....i love them all!
ReplyDeleteExcellent.....enjoyed....
ReplyDeleteLovely ... beautiful words :-)
ReplyDeleteMy kinda breakfast - yawn!
ReplyDeleteAutumn's here - porridge, toast and woolly socks ... love it!
ReplyDeleteLove the 3rd stanza Tess. Your view is unique which is why I admire your work. I tried Spoken Word but I sound like a frog. <3
ReplyDeleteBreakfast is always such a sexually ambiguous event , though somehow unbridled , and ungendered
ReplyDeleteSuperb play on words. Dazzling take!
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Your imagery here is wonderful Tess....the morning after can hold so much uncertainty.
ReplyDeleteYes, it's just like that!
ReplyDeleteReally holistic approach :)
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