Breakfast
︎︎︎ Kirston Mann
︎ Dec 22, 2025
He holds me, as if to warm my shell, feeling me. Breakable in his hands. And I love him.
He taps my middle and I want more.
With expert force he taps and cracks me.
And I spill into his warm butter. And I love him.
He set me free from all my efforts to get out from the inside.
I want his mouth on all of me. But I know what I’m giving up.
He says I’m crazy. It doesn’t hurt. He loves me.
It’s only when I’m on a cool plate, do I know for sure.
You wanted my mouth, he says. He’s right, but I feel tricked. And when he salts and swallows all that we had, I rest in his belly like salmonella.
He taps my middle and I want more.
With expert force he taps and cracks me.
And I spill into his warm butter. And I love him.
He set me free from all my efforts to get out from the inside.
I want his mouth on all of me. But I know what I’m giving up.
He says I’m crazy. It doesn’t hurt. He loves me.
It’s only when I’m on a cool plate, do I know for sure.
You wanted my mouth, he says. He’s right, but I feel tricked. And when he salts and swallows all that we had, I rest in his belly like salmonella.
Kirston Mann is a costume designer, writer, and artist. She splits her time between Los Angeles and New York City.