non-brunched

I dreamt
we were going to have brunch
and woke up convinced
that I had overslept
and that I was going to strike out
by not showing up. luckily
it turns out
that I didn’t fuck up, because
brunch was not even
on the table.

oh, well. back to snooze-town.
maybe this time I’ll get a
five-course dinner out of it!

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R. Brookes McKenzie

what fresh hell is this

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