the orange jam

By: manue

Graphics by: Albert Dylan D. David

Photo by: Blaise Pauhlene O. Rellata

from time to time,

I allow myself the

luxury of eating

breakfast for the soul,

luncheon for the body,

and dinner for the mind.

I allow the butter to charm

me. I allow it to spread its

warmth along the darkening

roughness of the toast.

I am more selective of the

things I subject myself to.

I find that there is more peace

in silence—by the quiet glow

of the orange jam.