Franks Psychiatry 1 #8: spreading magic in the bread room

Frank Prem

dad is in the bread room today

 

out of all the places I’ve been to
the bread room
is the best

 

he pops me up on top
of a couple of huge boxes of butter

 

more butter
than anywhere else in the world

 

then he loads up the machine

 

a sandwich-loaf block of white bread
is placed for slicing
and some softened butter
is set for spreading

 

the machine starts up
and as the bread gets sliced …

 

… it comes out buttered

 

oh boy
no hands

 

magic!

 

~

  • Author: Frank Prem (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 16th, 2018 00:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry, Pt 1 - Early Years.
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  • Goldfinch60

    Magic indeed.

  • Laura๐ŸŒป

    Frank,
    The imagery of this write made me hungry for one of my favorites...buttered bread ๐Ÿž!
    Enjoyed the read!

    ~Laura~

    • Frank Prem

      ๐Ÿ™‚ Cheers, Laura.



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