Sunday, April 3, 2016

Chorizo and Eggs

The spicy air of chorizo crackling
in a hot iron skillet only this much
more black than the slate-gray
November dawn –

this is the knowing
that all you will ever love exists
in rolling from bed, blinking hard
into each blank morning, squinting
against the dim kitchen light

where she stands
in loose fitting pajamas and satisfaction
humming, pouring whipped-up eggs
into the sizzling red effervescence
as a dozen corn tortillas, yellow and cold,
wait to be warmed.

First published in Euphony Journal - Winter 2016

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant write - I like this very much.
    Anna :o]