April 22, 2008

NaPoWriMo Day 22

I like my eggs fried
the way my mother makes them.
You only know how to scramble.

You won't mix meat and dairy
I won't mix yellow cheddar and green vegetables.
You don't eat pork
I don't eat chicken.

But all that matters is what we enjoy
goat cheese, beer bread
coconut noodles, jasmine rice
garlic, alfredo sauce.
The rules of shared pleasure are easy to follow.

My mother never liked my ex
because he never had an appetite
for her feasts, he wasn't adventurous,
he had a dull palate, and
worst of all,
he never wanted seconds.

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