this morning i peeled and sliced
a potato into flat crooked rectangles
and uneven triangles
heated cooking oil and dropped
the pieces onto the hot pan
they fried until crispy brown
then i cracked 3 eggs
cooked over easy
the thick yellow orange
yolks were intact
as they awaited the fork’s
puncture that would
create the slow luxurious
release of thick liquid
over the slightly salted
fried potatoes
i warmed a flour tortilla
on the stove’s open flame
flipping it over by hand
feeling the fire nip at
the tips of my fingers
and suddenly it comes to me:
if this were to be my last breakfast
i would die a happy man
dear sister, i hope it was like this
for you on the day you ate your last meal
i hope you smiled and thought to yourself
“damn, this is good”
published in How A Civilization Begins, Mouthfeel Press 2022
