the last of the breakfast

for dinner I'm having the rest of the breakfast
it's just as delicious as everyone said it was
- couldn't remember; Memory was bleared -
they said I put three plates away while they cheered,
said I puked
between each of them, then dug back in, to slaps
on the back, I collapsed in the kitchen, to nap
for an hour or ten,
then awoke
to a ravenous hunger
and many a poke in the ribs, as they steered me
quite kindly to table: a large juice and gin
and a big café bueno,
a plate piled high
with the last of the breakfast.

it's just as delicious
as everyone said it was