Poetry – Buttered Toast

As the toast
fell from the counter,
crumbs went everywhere.
She sighed,
but instead of reaching for a dishrag,
sunk her toes
into the thickly buttered side
facing up.
For a moment,
the kitchen
felt like a spa. 

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