not interested in what you ate
not interested in what you drank
not interested in what you’ve said
at the last supper
I just want to know
what i’ll be eating
what i’ll be drinking
what i’ll be saying
at my first brunch
jam and bread or just porridge
white tea or black coffee
good morning or just
pass me the butter, big j
i don’t know, i don’t know
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