The Diet
I never eat breakfast
since the mornings when, as a small child,
my older brother,
sitting at the same cheery-blue kitchen table,
would arch one dark, thick eyebrow up from behind the cereal box
and snarl, “I hate your guts.”
Copyright © Soulfire | Year Posted 2011
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