Champagne for breakfast

from Pick Your Prison by Elizabeth Carter

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I think I’ll open up some bubbly.
Trip and slip on my telephone
answering my banana.
A voice says, “Hello? Hello?”
I say, “nobody is home”.
A voice says,
“You must be nobody.
Tell me
how does it feel
to be nobody?”
I say, “Nothing is real
I’m having champagne for breakfast
because I’m not afraid
to celebrate nothing.
Will you miss my morning breath?

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from Pick Your Prison, releases November 21, 2020

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Elizabeth Carter Rochester, New York

The last time I saw my great grandmother alive, she called me a foul ball. Today I honor her vision.

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