Laid out on infinite tables
ad nauseum nuts in
and blueberries or chocolate tell
your genomes how to organize
the batter from
cosmic mixing bowl.

If the tiger and the lamb
were stacked side by side
would point to the 6th
and 7th cake (both
buckwheat with fruit) as
chef’s proof of part.

My breakfast felt so
special on my plate before
asshole opened IHOP.

Dylan Jones is a writer living in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She enjoys writing about the cosmic and the crass. Her work can be found, or is forthcoming, in Flash Fiction Magazine, Maudlin House, and Riggwelter. Her website:

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