thanks for not mentioning the toast [poem]

slipped right off the top
twice toasted toast on sandstone yeti lid
new style, spillproof
she knows herself well

the toast was not immune to
her carelessness
no safeguards
shielding the son
yet another loss

chock it up to being rushed, she would say
no one said anything
which made the mother pleased

she ran back into the house
grabbed a granola bar
returned outside
strapped the son into seat
she shuffled to hers
slurped milky weakened coffee

he looked out the window
at freshly fallen
and snow

they raced down the road
a bit too fast
toward preschool

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