Everything starts here with the first choice;
how the day will go, be slanted, play out, say
It’s an oatmeal or egg option. The Orange Juice clause
bears meaning unimaginable to the unitiated-
and the hour, oh the hour
there is no comparable meaning to the lunch crews
or the dinner diners, with their restless teeth and aching hearts-
Breakfast alone dictates
how you will go today.
How will you go today?
And if you reach, decide, arrive upon an option
what’s to stop you then?
Why not pick up the phone or
book a reservation or
write an opera or
learn Mandarin or
find it in you
to press another button or maybe
waste the day in a fever of
sex and colored silk?
You are conductor, executioner of Destiny.
So, like, pass the fucking milk.
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Egg option today, I think. And perhaps I’ll learn Mandarin.
You’re an artist and a genius with words, Amuirin.
Mmm. I’m thinking pancakes. Esp since I see your pancake recipe right there above this evocative and delicious post.