poetry by j matthew waters

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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

count your blessings

eggs in a carton sitting
next to basket on counter

what could it possibly mean
and which came first
the basket or the eggs

in the fridge there is guiness
and I pull one out
meticulously pour its contents into
slightly larger than pint glass

I’m home alone
except for this here stout
and one dozen farm fresh eggs
latter of which has no idea
if they’re coming or going

january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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