Poem found here: "I allow myself" by Dorthea Grossman "I allow myself / the luxury of breakfast" brought me into the poem. There's so many ways that this poem could go based on these lines: maybe a discussion about the self, maybe a discussion on poverty, maybe an overzealous poem about food. Yes. But the following line, "(I am no nun, for Christ's sake)" overly states through understatement that this poem is tongue-in-cheek with references to religious concepts and the divine. Isn't breakfast a bit conceptual just like religion? Charmed as I am by the sputter of bacon, and the eye-opening properties of eggs, So I feel this is a play on those informative shorts that say why breakfast is the most important meal of the day, especially with the "eye-opening properties of eggs" -- yes, we can deconstruct the symbol of the egg based on eye-opening properties. It's about rebirth, or hunger,...
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