Lila Blaine

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