"Breakfast on Monday" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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with raisins and apple slices, and eggs
with a piece of bread. The oatmeal, hotter
than a piece of burning coal, burned my legs
when I dropped it into my lap, the burn
left a red welt on my on each of my inner
thighs, what on earth could I have done to earn
this injury, I must be the winner
of a "drop your breakfast in your lap" game
where everyone all over the earth drops
their breakfast in their laps so they can tame
their thigh demons, and the winner earns props
from some master of the ceremonies
and his thigh igniting wicked cronies.
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