Time Toast

Time spreads like jam and jelly
My toast pops out of the toaster
I take the butter knife 
My fist clenched around it like I’m in control

Outside now, determining if the sun will stay
The clouds do not consult me 
They begin a game of hide and seek 
I, watching them, bite into my toast

I swallow time
I let it sit in my stomach 
I am usually successful at keeping it down
But my anxiety peaks in the morning

I am staring over the toilet at chunks of jam, crust, and saliva
That won’t do 
I have to eat
And time, it has to pass


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