I want to eat
Anne Sexton for breakfast
like toxic cereal
like bacon fat
like sunbursts of egg yolk
swallowed whole and washed down
with a glass of fire
(then I will spit up the flames
burning down the kitchen
until there is nothing left
but ash and cinders
and family secrets
I want to eat
Anne Sexton for breakfast,
lunch and dinner, all of her,
the heels, the sorrow, the rouge,
the blue eyes, the cigarettes
and Martinis, the jangly bracelets,
French perfume, and suicide watch,
the frayed ends
and moths that died
clinging to her chest
and closet,
I want to love her a little,
grope and nuzzle and drizzle,
trace the children lost
in her hair and constellations,
call her Annie or Miss or Mother,
and if she wants to love me back a little,
if she wants to eat me in return,
but it’s not necessary
I need to be the one eating her
so I can become a witch
and she-wolf and gravity-babe
and dirty my clean silver spade
by moonlight
in someone else’s
cold and remote grave.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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13 Responses to Morningbreak

  1. 🙋‍♀️ I’m available to be breakfast food!

    I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it 😶

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    • I like the immature you-as-breakfast-one better. Like, the second comment was the embroidered napkin folded neatly over the knee, while the first comment was the knee itself, unnapkined, leading the way to a hot and nourishing breakfast just between the … (ding!) … bell rung, in case any little kids are reading this 😉


    • Let’s see if you were breakfast food: An Erroneous scramble with thick honey and marmalade spread on seeded toast, piping hot coffee extra creamed, orange mango juice freshly squeezed, with sluicy bits of pulp, and one teaspoon spooning a fork with one bent ting. Ding (again, with the dinging, guess I’m feeling bellsy), breakfast E.C. is served, Mr. Bisccello, enjoy with just the right measures of decadence and innocence 😉

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      • You write food porn perfectly! And I know this because i couldn’t get last freshly squeezed and extra creamed. 😍


      • Great, now I have to decide between a career in food porn or greeting cards. Unless (sorry, here it comes, just cuz I wanna hear you grrrr again–ding!) I combine food porn with the greeting cards and perhaps for the digital ones you can handle the emojis. You can be my lovely assistant, those sorts that wear chiffon dresses and get sawed in half, or take dictation while wearing a blue silk scarf and offering instant breakfast. Whaddya think of your prospective positions, and you may start at the bottom but there’s always room to work your way up 😉


      • That dicktation I’ll be taking will be amazing if the dicktator is partaking of instant honey covered deliciousness, I can read it now.
        The postitins available fit me perfectly, from the bottom to the top, all the way up to estuary seats. I’m a climber!


      • Perfetto! You’ll just have to brush up on your grammar, as you spelled dicktation wrong ; ) but we’re happy to hear that you’re a climber. Something about mounting and peaking makes for great secretatarialism.

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      • Now I shall attempt sleep while dreaming of breakfast, mounting and dictators

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  2. Here’s a more mature comment,

    This is a very lovely poem John

    Liked by 1 person

  3. You’re the most wonderful

    Liked by 1 person

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