After | by Jesse Millner

He really wanted to make something
beautiful, wanted to speak the language
of trees and green and blue skies. Instead,
he made French Toast for breakfast. He used
Eggbeaters because his wife had replaced
the real McCoy in hopes of less fat and better
nutrition. The egg substitute worked well 
with milk because it was already
liquified and he was able to whisk his way
quickly to the soggy toast.  He cooked it
in a margarine that claimed “to taste like
butter.”  He sprinkled cinnamon over the toast,
briefly wondering about the West Indies,
the discovery of spices by the Dutch
and Portuguese.  In the end he added
real maple syrup from Canada, so even
though much of the meal was a fraud,
it ended in sweet authenticity.  He served
it to his wife on a plate with organic
blueberries. She was pleased by the tastes
and the colors.  After they had both finished,
their two little dogs licked the plates and
left them shining like the beautiful things
he had been looking for earlier in the poem.

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Jesse Millner’s latest poetry book, Memory’s Blue Sedan, was released by Hysterical Books of Tallahassee, Florida, in Spring 2020. His story, “Last night I dreamed,” appears in Best Small Fictions 2020. He lives in Estero, Florida, with his dog, Lucy, who is his heart. Twitter: @JesseMillner. Website: Instagram: jesse.millner.