don't tell me about
your big
breakfast.
the eggs and bacon,
the sausage and biscuits.
the pancakes
and hash browns.
don't tell me about
the cold juice,
the toast and jam,
the coffee.
don't tell me one
word of how wonderful
it was
as you sat at the table
near the boardwalk
eating
watching the sea
roll in, the gulls
on white wings
swoop down.
don't say a word
of what you did without me.
just leave me alone
with your fun.
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