I allow myself

By Dorothea Grossman 1937–2012 Dorothea Grossman
I allow myself
the luxury of breakfast
(I am no nun, for Christ’s sake).
Charmed as I am
by the sputter of bacon,
and the eye-opening properties
of eggs,
it’s the coffee
that’s really sacramental.
In the old days,
I spread fires and floods and pestilence
on my toast.
Nowadays, I’m more selective,
I only read my horoscope
by the quiet glow of the marmalade.

Source: Poetry (March 2010).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2010
 Dorothea   Grossman

Biography

Dorothea "Dottie" Grossman lived in Los Angeles for over 30 years. Poetry magazine awared her its J. Howard and Barbara M. J. Wood Prize in 2010. Grossman wrote about her poems, “I like to think [they] are honest and that they connect me with my fellow mammals in a way that is both aesthetically pleasing and comforting. If they retain an air of mystery/humor, so much the better.” Allen Ginsberg once called her poetry, “clear, . . .

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SUBJECT Activities, Eating & Drinking

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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