All the Breakfasts in November 

by Gabriel Simon

Take time to reach/into your memory glue.
What doesn’t stick/will not come back/to you.
I still like learning all those bad words/and bad verbs,
I still like talking to my/self.             
                                            
While you break beets/over break-beats/                                                                       
that just circle/around our heads/like                   
                 tiny annihilations, 
I think I see/the vampires spread/
their wings outside/their sweaters.
There’s 1 egg left/and I’m like “Dang, dude.”

Yeah, just like when
you / thought you could /just bust up/     the corners/of the moon
w/ your little affections.

I wish the plates         would stack up/to the heavens/
so I could climb up/with no hands /
and
              Elbow Drop the stars
                                                            and silence.
                            
Take time to reach/into your memory glue.
What doesn’t stick/will not come back/to you.
                              
Except the things on my desk/
and the gum on my shoes.                      

Dedicated to Marceline, the Vampire Queen

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