my daily bread

June 26th, 2011 Comments Off

Every morning
while under cover,
I prepare myself
for this daily torture.

A glutton for punishment,
I tempt my eyes, my nose, my ears
with a cacophony of comfort
before whisking it away untouched.

How I could miss something
I have never tasted
is a mystery.

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