Breakfast Nirvana by Kasse

Breakfast Nirvana by Kasse

Dear Co-worker,

Like links, are your fingers,
of little sausages and berliners
are your eyes. Your skin is milky white.
Your lips are delicate strips of bacon,
your tits are eggs bright, facing the sun. I’m craving
some of your muffin top, sex appeal, sits atop
pancake booty with cheeks like apple peels and a dollop
of your luscious forest of beef gravy hair.
Skip the hash browns. Take me down.
Orange juice with pulp is your appeal.
Your body is a breakfast, my favorite meal.


Your Co-worker