She Told Me Over Breakfast This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I
Homemade raspberry-eyed jam
Coffee-stained memories
of running through the apple trees,
And the possibility of a haircut.

II
Rubber boots peek round the corner
watching for a five-cent tomato fatboy.
The grapefruit sun
was split in two
so that we could share the pink flesh,
Our white hands dripping juice.

III
Ask James what his mom cooks;
he says “toast.”
Ladybug watches
the apple-cider laughter
from under the cutting board.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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