Toast — A Poem

Inspired by an NPR story

Overpriced toast your mom didn’t make you

Don’t care if its artisan rustic bread with special small batch butter

Cinnamon toast made by Oma is my memory with

Hot chocolate — creamy with skin I didn’t like

Coffee now with my toast

No coconut or grapefruit juice

What world do we live in where toast is

A comfort food we want someone else to make us?

Perfect mix of white sugar and Korinjie cinnamon

Mixed with a metal spoon

Sprinkled on the melted butter

Tip the toast

Sprinkles dusting the plate

Lick my fingers and get all the remnants

But never the same.

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Tammy Breitweiser is a writer and teacher who is a force of nature and woman of honor; seer of nuance; an accidental inspirationalist; a keeper of the little red doors, and a conjurer of everyday magic who is busy writing short stories. A future Minnesotan temporarily hiding in Indiana, her poetry has been published in The Storyteller Magazine and her flash fiction in The Ninja Writers Monthly and Elephants Never. Her essay is published in the I Wrote it Anyway anthology. You can also connect with Tammy through Twitter @TLBREIT.