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At the Breakfast Table


Michael Camarata

Feeling weak and rather penetrable –
We only grow from anguish, you know.

“I will be glad and rejoice in your love,
For you saw my affliction and knew
The anguish of my soul,” you said,
Sitting down at the table.

Such an impending feeling . . .
“Can you make me one of those?”
Shame & disgust choke my belly.
“What color are you wearing today?”

I choose to hold strong –
I hate feeling vulnerable.

Instead, I snap my fingers
To the sound of the song
On the radio . . .

Sounds good, yea!




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