French Toast

I’m starving

breakfast I ask?

dip a slice of challah into milk & egg

fry in butter pour maple syrup

bread & adoration what a laugh

another piece I ask?

nods yes

(see he is responsive)

I lift a crispy square on a spat-

ula and drop it into the puddle

on his plate

he eats I watch his mouth

he says I have to go

I ask will I see you again?

he says I’ll call you

(he won’t Izzy says)

About Karen To and Fro

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