This morning is wafer thin,
crisp and crummy,
communion wafer thin,
an impression of the real thing,
transubstantiated from the first morning,
when everything was actually new.
This morning is wafer thin,
a poor alibi for where I'd like to be
to hide where I really am,
anorexic, even,
retaining enough to stay alive
but giving up everything else,
a hollow ghost in pursuit
of preconceived beauty.
This morning is wafer thin,
part of this balanced breakfast,
as good for my digestion as it is
hard to swallow.
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