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?