Champagne and Pancakes

We wrap up our walk of shame

in pancakes dripping with innuendos

and discardable phone numbers.

Pour each of us champagne

to celebrate one more broken 

stereotype of sugar sweet girls,

but we all embrace our spice spiked smiles.

Our mothers tell us to behave

in unheard voicemails or unseen emails.

We sit on the front porch; blinded in the glare

of the rising sun, and eat our breakfast

while the neighbors shake their heads

to the rhythm of the chirping birds.


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