Categories: Poetry

Bread by Eric Seojun Yoon

She asked me if
she could take my bread
I was fond of her
so I said yes

Although it was
the last piece of bread
it left my hand
and went to hers

Then she ate
om nom nom
gave a smile
and I was full

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Eric Seojun Yoon is a recent graduate of Vassar College currently working as a copywriter at an ad agency. He likes words. He loves ideas. He writes poetry for fun.

Photo: Louis Hansel

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