Sunday Night Blues Briefly Sent Back to Hell

By Domenic Cregan


Fry the ham in olive oil,

two eggs is fine, dippy, everything bagel,

nothing on it.


The poise with which you

stand over the stove is damn

impressive for a relative rookie.


I play polka dots and moonbeams

for the extra smack of tranquility,

and send a pic to my mom to show


you can take the blank out of

the blank etc. and she sends back

she made the same thing for G.


A couple shakes of salt in the kitchenette.


And after our eggs, a movie;

but why, not a minute after

the credits rolled, just when we were


warm and well-fed, safe in our

little shire, did you get up

immediately to do the dishes?