Hunger receded like a rat in an alleyway
as I hovered in the doorway
of Grama’s Bakery like a junkie.
Waiting for you,
I was transported—sorry
if the coffee cup was sticky.
It was absolutely otherworldly,
but you had to be there, obviously.
© 2026 Jennifer Wagner
dVerse Q: hunger
Photo © Jennifer Wagner
Ha! The poem makes sense of the title, though I think as apologies go, it's Sorry, not sorry. Fun poem!
ReplyDeleteJennifer, great title! I wasn't there, but I've been there :) YUM!
ReplyDeleteVery creative! I love cinnamon rolls! Soo good... but must have nuts on it!
ReplyDeleteYour title made me smile, Jennifer, and want to read the quadrille, which has some vivid similes, I like the sticky coffee cup.
ReplyDeleteClever and playful quadrille! I love like a junkie in the doorway and the rat in the alley.
ReplyDeleteWho wouldn't want to time travel for that pastry?! I absolutely love the killer opening lines, Jennifer. Right on the mark.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Jennifer! Love the playfulness!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
There is nothing like a hooey cinnamon roll!
ReplyDeleteCinnamon rolls and good company 👍 Nicely done 👏
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