Sliced Bread
Mae cuts her diagonal
the same as at her favorite deli
Sally slices into quarters
as if she's still at Teddy's tea party
Jerry is conventional, straight across,
perpendicular precision
Tom hacks across, nothing careful
about his out of kilter cuts
Jack stands over the sink,
bread unsliced as tomato and cucumber
slide towards porcelain
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Jerry buttoned down,
Sally pearled thong,
Tom red nosed from too much snow,
Mae pant suits and sensible shoes
Jack is tailored grunge,
founder of a successful dot.com,
his venture better than sliced bread,
Wonder Bread or Russian rye
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