the toast which had belonged

Well really, I had had toast for my breakfast. It had been made of an english muffin, and had had apple butter, which had been the "city" of Dunn's Christmas gift to myself, in all my power. I had really been eating it because I had wanted it. I had eaten it off of a plate of human ways, and had eaten it with my teeth and my little pink tongue licking up the apple butter because it had contented myself for the goodness of my days.