Breakfast In Love

The first in a while. I appreciate feedback!

Breakfast In Love

Sipping a small cup of coffee (small thank you)
,little espresso chocolate crumbs cleared away under his spot,
the spot where his second cup goes, the one that will give him
a tummy ache, the king of motherfuck picks up snotty-rags,
listens to some accordion music, some melancholy piano,
a bicycle gearbox ratcheting. He thinks about love.
He thinks about the kitchen table. He thinks to himself,

“King,
you are a little prince.
You are a small man,
but you are in love.”

He finishes his coffee. He eats a chocolate.
He cleans the kitchen table. He feels bigger.

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