Toasted
When I was a child,
we owned no toaster.
My parents’ purchasing priorities
didn’t include one.
Instead, we skewed bread
with long two-tined forks
and waved them over oven
burners.
Tine-torn and toasted
unevenly.
My friends and cousins had
toasters.
How good their toast
looked,
evenly toasted, golden
brown
with butter melting
nicely!
It makes me wonder,
how often do I go
without,
make sacrifices, suffer,
for no good reason?
If I pinched a few pennies,
changed my schedule,
made some extra effort,
how could I be better
off?
What half-cooked holey
bread
am I putting up with,
instead of evenly-toasted,
golden brown
scrumptiousness?
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