This poem is taken from PN Review 86, Volume 18 Number 6, July - August 1992.
Poems
A NOCTURNAL BREAKFAST
The match has shown
A breakfast in this room.
The hours are wrong.
Before, it was just Earl Grey
Coming out of the dark,
But now it is confirmed,
A breakfast in the middle
Of the night. Its eggs
Give shadows big
As men.
Cereals quake in their milk.
Crumpled bacon
Cools on porcelain.
I had my suspicions, hearing
The little percussion
Of it being set.
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