Monday 5AM

She slid the beans on toast
past the red bead of a halved tomato.
Her skin, a freckled vanilla bean pressed,
became the silkscreen mannequin
for the epileptic tricolor
–the cranberry and electric blue–
of an emergency,
the sirens flashy publicist.

Her left hand remarked with a fist.
Her clamped teeth responded with a crisp.

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