Breakfast by Barbara Beck

After JKD's Sleeplessness, fragment by sean s,
First by Michelle Naka Pierce, Twelve first lines by Rufo Q.

how cracked and empty
porcelain the bowl
is what makes beginnings
a naked receptacle
I have not done not tended

say down in the belly's
home body heaven
is squeezed orange versus
a condensation of space
I once saw from the window

border bird crossing
a clear sky curve
the result of have-to
its own hypothesis
reward as if