Breakfast Is Ready (2) Poem by RIC BASTASA

breakfast is ready
we sit on our designated seats
we pray
we put our hands on the table
we take the spoon and fork
and knife
slice the cheese, break the bread
sip the coffee, chew,
no spitting, swallow
no choking
in here there is an implied admission
of hunger, thirst, and
emptiness.

we say the words thanks after,
amen to the next thirst and hunger.

conversations there are cliches.
but i admit, i dont give a damn now, nothing really matters.

i always say a little prayer for you.
Before i leave.I do not have to tell you.

honest.