Small Stones: Day 24

Small Stones: January 27

Back and forth
     like two drunks
     playing ping pong
we try to determine
where our Sunday brunch
will take place.

"I'm hungry, I want a buffet."
I argue, thin lipped and stern.

Your defense
     "Buffets are things to be scared of.  They attract old people."
though creative
and true
angers me
in my low blood sugar rage.

Sundays are meant
for meditative practice
focused on peace and health
but all I can set my third eye on
is a buffet of french toast.






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