To Rick, A Flicker

Written by: Angela Fabunan

To Rick, A Flicker

1.
It was  
simple, really,  
just breakfast:

a conglomeration of fruit,
food, or flies up top.
It was

The talking to you,
just food, or flies up top
just breakfast

those memories,  
I missed your hand.
It was

me, not knowing 
whether to have melons.
Just breakfast,

and here I am drinking root beer,
with pineapple, for dessert. 
It was

so near, 
you were so near, ooh,
just breakfast

and yet and yet. It's as if
it'd never happen. When
It was 

a darn itlog, but yours. Final.
and when. Love, how can I?
just breakfast.

2.
I notice browned
soy milk, who was
		It was 

 
you, drinking, and 
your wife, merely	
		just breakfast.


the man laughs while
she kicks his shin
		It was


talk they're having
i'm sick, here, with
		just breakfast


your kids, i'm them,
same boy's toys, round
		It was


clear to me, play
to me, you were
		just breakfast


so who drank milk,
you noticed her? 
		It was--


I loved her though
since she was ours--
		just breakfast


time, just breakfast 
time, her shape heals
		It was


ridicule, mad
to have her there,
		It was
just breakfast.