On the Subject of Breakfast

Written by: Geoffery McHugh

I have played thief. I 
have gone a-viking, and
I have stolen the encapsulated equivalents of uterine
(from various species of fowl)
I at this very moment delight in the taste of the
unfertilized gamete, and may I just say that these lifeless 
cholesterol bombs go very well with fried tubers and zesty 
strips of fatty swine. 

life, my siblings.

Life is beautiful, and 
the true colors of nature are shades and hues of sanguine blood. 
red/after oxygen