by Blanche Saffron Kabengele
burnt toast
burnt toast is an experience, like when we do bad, all that remains is only the before.
again, the sun honors its word, burning up the sky. while the woman next door, gets beat up, by her man, again. reminds me of what my grandfather used to say about wise drops of wisdom, dropping easily if you’re blessed to live, long enough, to watch yourself stroll along your mind,
through a house abandoned thought lost in a furor, in your own living room, mad, at yourself. watch closely you can almost hear that light blue couch laughing.
I’ve seen it all before, thinking of you, not, that, you’re gone, no different than, others thinking about their own toxic, you.
like when we do bad, little of what remains loyal is only the before, burnt toast is an experience.
Blanche Saffron Kabengele studied Intellectual History and holds a PhD in Educational Studies from the University of Cincinnati. She is the author of Quiet as It’s Kept, Me Too, and Other Poetic Expressions of Life, Xlibris Publishers and Conjugal Relationships of Africans and African Americans: A Socio-Cultural Analysis, The Edwin Mellen Press. Her poems have appeared in Eastfork – A Journal of the Arts, For a Better World, Verse-Virtual, W-POESIS, and The Rockford Writers Guild. Blanche is retired and lives in Cincinnati with her husband Peter, enjoying travelling and writing poetry.