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I'm eating eggs in bed while you sleep

finding nothing interesting about the way
your chest rises/falls or the way your nose

flares as you snore, so I thrust my fork
into your neck.  You don't stir, just roll

over and sink into the pillows.

half past nine you get up,
on the way to the shower, ask "What's
for breakfast"

the fork in your throat wagging,
like a tongue.