2008-11-28 23:51:13蒼子

Half

You make the toast, love,
easily on this last day,
feathering it gently
with butter. Accommodating
to the last I chop fresh
red sticks of purest cinnamon
and sprinkle it like confetti
evenly on the toasted slice,
half for you
and half for me.

We eat it smoothly like oil,
Half for you, half for me
and later the furniture too
and even perhaps the children.
Love ends in half.

Karen Hayes

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