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What do Communists eat for breakfast?
by Hezekiah Allen Taylor

For Sarah

very small, very pale children
and Vietnam Vets
he tells her over breakfast
scorching the fried eggs he'd promised her during sex

he doesn't know why she has asked him that question

beads of sweat drop slowly into the frying pan,
swirling lightly in yellow yolk before disppearing
into the whole of the embryo

it reminds him of more than love -- all the ins
and outs, fine tuning; emotional baggage,
commitment, penetration

he tries to change the subject: puppies, kitties,
duckies, Kosovo

I wonder if they really like the taste, she replies

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