Breakfast rebels.

"What makes you think," challenges a crepe,

"That you can just arrange me, serve me up and consume me? Am I not human? If you prick me, do I not bleed?"

I blink, fork in hand.

"That's strawberry juice," I point out.

Orange juice burbles, "You have taken me from my fruity womb, and poured me into this glass body, where any may stare at my nakedness!"

I have never encountered a modest breakfast drink before.

Strawberries moan, "You have rent us, and thrown us upon strangers, to die!"

"You're a fruit garnish!" I protest. "I just got up! What is this?"

"You see us only through the prism of our utility to you," whispers the entire group. "You see us as less than you, as existing only in relation to you. Shame, shame..."

"And you have made us party to it all!" shriek the plates.

"But I'm hungry," I plead weakly.

Whipped cream implores us sweetly, "Can't we all just get along?"

I drink some of my coffee, and am denounced as a murderess and a heartless savage.

The stand-off drags on.

"You are getting cold," I point out.

"We are frozen in our resolve, impenetrable in our determination," declares breakfast.

"Look here," I say, "It's early. I brought you into this world and I can take you out!"

"Liberty! Equality!" chants breakfast.

"All right. I've had enough. Time for the Ultimate Weapon!" I set the plate in the microwave and turn it on.


I laugh dementedly.

"Our younger siblings, lunch and dinner, will avenge us!"

And then it is silent, except for the little bell dinging.

"Ask not for whom the bell tolls," I intone, setting my plate back on the table. "It tolls for thee!"

I begin to eat.

My dog looks up at me accusingly.

"Et tu, Bosco?"

He licks his lips.


Brian Miller said…
ha. that is brilliant...kinda glad my food doesn't talk to me. smiles.
TALON said…
lol! I've got earplugs and I'm gonna use them ;)
Mama Zen said…
Another cup of coffee, dear?
ellen abbott said…
Good one Shay. I laughed and laughed.
Scarlett said…
Perfect! Beware the microwave.
mac said…
And they thought I was odd for fondling the jello before I ate it ;-)
Sara said…
You are so creative!! I laughed all through this poem. I can see the strawberries rising up in protest.

It made me think of this book I read about talking to plants and how plants have feelings. I wasn't so fond of this idea...for reason mentioned in your excellent poem.

As one who takes outside spiders and other bugs that get trapped in my house, I don't want to worry about the food I eat. I'm much happier not speaking "PLANT."

Very inventive and fun poem, Shay:~)
Riot Kitty said…
I love it! And now I am hungry.
"That is strawberry juice" - brilliant.
Cloudia said…

Great weird vision meets mundane, goes somewhere, great mid-resolutions....great end, plenty of lines worthy of being remembered and enjoyed later like stolen got it ALL, Shay.


Aloha from Waikiki

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Joanna Jenkins said…
Hey Fireblossom, I'm glad to be back catching up on your fab writing. I LOVE this-- and crepes. Very, very cleaver.

Hope all is well with you and your weekend is grand.

Mojo said…
As long as they're not telling you to clean the guns...
cinderkeys said…
This is reminding me of the only Rose Is Rose strip I ever liked. The one where Pasquale's guardian angel talks about the circle of life.
Jinksy said…
Magic conversation ! LOL :)

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