Beans on Toast
Iโm baked beans
looking for toast,
an old loverโs tape
silenced; remember
those tapping sounds
across your heaving chest.
I am cold baked beans,
a stream of dreams
beyond the fears
of finding the player
broken;
Iโm broken,
a mere token
of withering skin
and soundless whispers
wishing you home
where the fingers
once did the talking.
Iโm baked beans
{looking for toast}
in a tin โ shelved
and forgotten.