jdubqca

poetry by j matthew waters

french toast for two or three


she was in the kitchen
decked in checkered apron
testing chicken eggs in an oversized
coffee mug filled with tepid water

the ones that floated were edible
[or so she says]
and the ones that did not
those that sank to the bottom
did not pass for human consumption

and so it appeared on this
sunday morning
four out of five made the grade
and the one that did not
was set aside
as fodder for some poor fool




december two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: