the burden of breakfast

The burden of breakfast is lifted
from you. Your eggs can go back
in their paper-shell nests. Your eggs
will not need to be beaten and whipped
with water and milk, to sizzle and steam
into hot, fluffy mess
of white-yellow curds.

Your marbled pink meats are not wanted. Not now
- you won't need to peel back each limp,
tender strip to let dangle, then drop
into frying pan, sizzle
and spit juicy grease
like white hot pinpoint darts

- that nip you all over
your oh so exposed
so overexposed
pale skin,
while your smile
strikes gleaming white ad-copy sparks - and
you model your apron, and nothing much else
in your model dream kitchen.

Put your defrosting bran muffins back up
to freeze to organic, home-made vegan blocks,
put up your vacuum-sealed brick of black coffee

- keep your peppercorns whole, with a flourish
- you won't need to twist
that big thing, with
the greatest of ease,
all in the wrist, held
in your firm grip
asking me "Please,"
to say when

When.