She pours the syrup on.
Sickly sweet rich honey sound so
Lush it
Captures waffle crevices
In a sticky,
Stronghold maze.
Seized!
Your crisp corners of sugar
And dough wrapped neatly with a
Whip cream bow, resting
On the chipped edge of
A diner plate, painted
With a chicken and
A sun.
Bent fork prongs attack, ruffle
The rooster’s feathers
Of ceramic time spent
Beneath piles of dusty hot confection.
Cling!
Your utensils are met
With competing steel blades
Lightly glazed with the
Faint imprint of a maple
Kiss.
Your stomach’s shattered by
A dent. Oh, how
Quickly
Breakfast went.