HOT BUTTERED TOAST
- Dark Poets Club
- Nov 12
- 1 min read
By Steve Dixon
I butter my toast— fully to all corners.
As I have done for the past 25 years…
… since I escaped
Scattered Crumbs
A broken plate
A mess of MY own making?
That first
stinging
slap
to the head
Bewildered;
Why?
Because I hadn’t buttered his toast—
fully to all corners