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I allow myself
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).
Biography
Dorothea Grossman’s 2003 CD, Call And Response (pfMentum) features the poet in live performance with improvising trombonist Michael Vlatkovich.
Poems by Dorothea Grossman
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SUBJECT Activities, Eating & Drinking
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